1997 Ford Mustang

The very first car that I owned was a Ford Mustang. Well, actually, it was a 1996 Ford Mustang, but I didn’t see that model year available here for review. It is remarkably similar to the 1997 model, so it probably doesn’t make much of a difference. All in all, the Ford Mustang is the Ford Mustang. It is a horse on wheels, and it rides like a horse. Some might find it a bit uncomfortable, but I certainly didn’t. That is how I like my cars, and I take no disrespect from my cars while driving. The Mustang gives it, but I had to break it in a bit.

The Mustang is a vehicle that is notorious for high-performance and extravagantly-sleek styling. All this comes at a fairly low price, and it is highly marketed towards young adults. All of the Mustang generations in of themselves are beautiful and bombastic in their own right, and I can only say that with a strong positive edge. I have enjoyed the presence of the Mustang right from when I first laid my eyes on one many years ago, and I made it a goal from a young age that it was going to be my first vehicle.

My very first car was brand-new, and it drove very well. Though not entirely the kind of vehicle that comes to mind when thinking of economy and fuel efficiency, but it served its purpose nonetheless. Sporty vehicles have some of the most sleekest designs of any other vehicle out on the road, and the Mustang’s vibrant lines and bulging fenders are bound to catch easy attention. Onlookers see it, and their eyes just shine up with delight. When a Mustang nears the corner, you better get out of the way. This car doesn’t take much from anyone.

There is a fair share of aggressive zeal hidden behind its sleek lines and plump bulges, and it has the ability to thrust forward incredible power due to its high-performance, eight-cylinder beast of an engine. The engine is often loud and boisterous, and I for one simply enjoyed cranking my Mustang up. After all, I needed to break my car in. It served me real well. It got me where I wanted to go. There still was, however, something hidden within its aggressive zeal that I needed to handle.

The Mustang can be like a little kid who doesn’t want to follow the rules, or it can be like that teenager who just wants to party all day and not listen to his / her parents. If you want a Mustang, then you need to be prepared for what it offers. It is fast and powerful, and it doesn’t take much to get the thing moving. It is not called a Mustang for no apparent reason, no … it rides like a horse. And like a horse, you just may need to break your Mustang in. And that, my friend, is where things can get real exciting.

You can do burn-outs with ease. You can do donuts with ease. All of these may take a toll on the suspension and / or the engine, but they are well worth it in the end. If you want a horse, then you ought to treat it like a horse. I loved to make my Mustang trot the road. Driving the road was all well and fun, but making it trot was even more fun. It has more bounce than many other vehicles, and its suspension really has what it takes to not only drive the car forward but also up and down. I made my Mustang bounce hard, because I could.

All in all, my very first car took a lot of abuse and kept on running until I had just a bit over 100,000 miles. I only had to take it in for major repairs twice, and luckily the transmission never gave out till the very end. It lasted for so long, and I ended the vehicle off by giving it just what I wanted: I watched closely as it was mangled by a junkyard claw. I know some of you out there enjoy the curves on cars like the Mustang, and so do I. But, still, there is nothing more passionate about watching those curves being torn apart by a huge monster. Yeah! I was rough. I know. But it was a Ford Mustang! It can only be handled roughly. It was a love affair, after all.

- RM -