MUSTANG FEVER

I love horses.
With a motor.
Mustangs are in my opinion the best looking car on the planet.
For some it`s Miatas or Beetles.
To them I say: Get a real car !
I like the new models but adore the old ones.
How are they different ?
Do you have an hour ?
I am certainly no expert in Mustangs.
I do know their history by heart and certainly have a weak spot for the Shelby Mustangs.
My wallet is too weak to own one unfortunately.
Freedom, youth and power.
That`s what it represents.
A time when I was young and the old people ( people who were my age now ) drove them with a smile.
My daughter likes them because of the horsie on the front grill.
I love its sound.
You know one is coming just by the sound. Like a Harley Davidson.
Ironically I can NOT stand the sound of a straightpipe Harley !
It drives me nuts and invites me to smack the driver.
So why do I spend a lot of my money restoring a 1973 Mustang ?
Why do I NOT mind when Pierre spends a day in the garage under the hood ?
Because it`s beautiful.
Like the saying goes : Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
There are lots of beholders who agree with me.
A few minutes ago as I was writing this blog, Pierre started the Mustang in the garage.
It`s 9:00 pm, the kids are sleeping and I almost fell down the stairs to run to the garage.
Mind you I haven`t heard her motor in 3 months...an ETERNITY.
She has a new starter and new parts I can not spell.
She needs a new battery and lots of other expensive tender love and care but what the hey, she needs to be up and running in 3 months.
Are we May yet ?
It`s not just the car, it`s the feeling of the car.
Hey, I give up, I can not explain it and to sum it up reasonably and logically would just take away the magic, the oumph of it.
No I did not forget my medication nor have I taken a double dose .
We all have a passion right ?
You know that little something in your life that is illogical and only you can appreciate.
Well you and other nuts like you who share the same illness/passion.
I`m lucky, I have 2 passions, besides my kids of course.
Books and Mustangs and drummers.
Make that 3 then.
Drummers are special. Funny Pierre was not a drummer when I married him....
Books, I love their smell, love to touch them, read them and reread them.
Favorite book of all time ?
The Summon by John Grisham.
He kept me up in the wee hours of the night.
I would go to work sleeping standing up because of that book.
After I`d read it, I wish I hadn`t so I could reread it again for the first time.
Yes it was thaaaaat good.

Coming back to Mustangs, if I could do a Doctor`s degree on the subject, I would.
Ummmm now that`s an idea.
But seriously, I don`t wanna sound like a t.v commercial but once you `ve driven one you`re hooked.
And to think I wanted a 1967 Chevy Impala....What was I thinking ?
You wanna know how it feels, write me a note and I`ll take you for a spin.
The key words are : Mustangs Rock.
That`s all you`ll need to say and you `ve got yourself a free ride.
Except on the day of the prom.
Yep I`ll be driving someone from Sec.5 Intensive to his / her prom in the Mustang: from home to school and from school to the MS Jacques Cartier.
Torture me I won`t tell.
Does the person know ?
Why of course he/she knows already.

On that, I `ll go pet my metallicar in the garage and Pierre too while I`m at it.
He`s turning out to be a real grease monkey thanks to Metallicar.
Grease Monkey : someone who works in mechanics as a job or hobby.
Pierre the Grease Monkey, ummmm sounds like a children`s book or a dirty movie.
Anyway, have a great week.
See ya in 5 days.
Tata,
Annie XXxx