Tell someone you drive a Mustang and no matter what it is, you’ll come across as a bit of a local DJ. We think of it in terms of Bullitt. Everyone else thinks we look like we may be married to our sister. And do you really want a car with two stripes down the bonnet? And exhausts which sound like Katrina? In America, this works. But that’s because they are so much more aggressive than we are. They gave the world KFC. We gave the world the cream tea. And I suspect driving a Roush Mustang here would be like dipping a chicken drumstick into strawberry jam. And then there’s the politics. This car means you are aligning yourself with US policies. You’re driving around saying you support the war in Iraq and the strategy in Afghanistan. Maybe you do. But I don’t. So why, you may be wondering, do I own a Ford GT? That’s simple. The body is British, the gearbox is British, the steering rack is from an Aston, the chassis was set up by a couple of guys from Lotus, the wheels are German and the brakes are Italian. The power is American, yes, but it’s tamed and sophisticated by Europeans. It’s a metaphor, in other words, for the perfect world.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Jul 2013 07:59:53 +0000
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