Life rumbles on
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong with our
climate. The weather over the last two weeks has fluctuated from 22˚C and
sunny to 2˚C and rainy, and from calm and crisp to tornado warnings and
back again. And it's November! Now the cold seems to be here to
stay.
Wedding photos are up, for those of you who care. My personal favourites are these two:
Now, I promised more on the Mustang, so here goes.
Upon arriving at the car hire place near the airport, the man behind the desk offered me the choice of a convertible for a few dollars more, perhaps because we shared the same birthday. He mentioned it was a Mustang, and I had visions of one of the previous shape ones and started to regret the decision. Once we walked outside though, we were greeted with a very red and very new V6 convertible, complete with fake knock-off spinners on the wheels. God knows what they were there for, as you could clearly see the wheel nuts, but J Mays loves his pastiche.
Inside the car was dark. Very dark. The seat fabric wasn't too bad, but the plastics were all on the cheap side, and the driving position conspired to be both very high up and at the same time like sitting in a deep bathtub. The seat pitch adjusted, but only enough to lean you forward. None of this helped the visibility. Nor did the steeply raked screen, the thick A-pillars or the small rear window and masses of black hood.
Elle was a fan of the electric roof mechanism, having broken one too many nails on Mr Car's new roof, but even there the two manual catches were awkward to release. Nice big boot though.
Venturing onto the 5 on our way to In-n-out for the first stop of the day revealed that someone had been very clever with the exhaust engineering. The tepid V6 rumbled like a small block V8, but between its anaemia and the automatic gearbox, the noise that came out didn't really correspond to much forward momentum.
Changing direction was an interesting experience too. V6 must be ford code for "wallowy ride", and fast cornering was never to be the order of the day. I did try and get the tail out at La Jolla Village Drive, but even on bicycle tyres there would have been too much weight and grip for the engine to counteract.
Still, it wasn't all bad. It looked nice from the outside, the heater and AC worked very well even with the roof down, and the boot was very big. I'd never spend my own money on one, but if you liked the looks and cared not one jot about the way your car handles, then it could be the barge for you.
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Wedding photos are up, for those of you who care. My personal favourites are these two:
Now, I promised more on the Mustang, so here goes.
Upon arriving at the car hire place near the airport, the man behind the desk offered me the choice of a convertible for a few dollars more, perhaps because we shared the same birthday. He mentioned it was a Mustang, and I had visions of one of the previous shape ones and started to regret the decision. Once we walked outside though, we were greeted with a very red and very new V6 convertible, complete with fake knock-off spinners on the wheels. God knows what they were there for, as you could clearly see the wheel nuts, but J Mays loves his pastiche.
Inside the car was dark. Very dark. The seat fabric wasn't too bad, but the plastics were all on the cheap side, and the driving position conspired to be both very high up and at the same time like sitting in a deep bathtub. The seat pitch adjusted, but only enough to lean you forward. None of this helped the visibility. Nor did the steeply raked screen, the thick A-pillars or the small rear window and masses of black hood.
Elle was a fan of the electric roof mechanism, having broken one too many nails on Mr Car's new roof, but even there the two manual catches were awkward to release. Nice big boot though.
Venturing onto the 5 on our way to In-n-out for the first stop of the day revealed that someone had been very clever with the exhaust engineering. The tepid V6 rumbled like a small block V8, but between its anaemia and the automatic gearbox, the noise that came out didn't really correspond to much forward momentum.
Changing direction was an interesting experience too. V6 must be ford code for "wallowy ride", and fast cornering was never to be the order of the day. I did try and get the tail out at La Jolla Village Drive, but even on bicycle tyres there would have been too much weight and grip for the engine to counteract.
Still, it wasn't all bad. It looked nice from the outside, the heater and AC worked very well even with the roof down, and the boot was very big. I'd never spend my own money on one, but if you liked the looks and cared not one jot about the way your car handles, then it could be the barge for you.
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Posted: Wed - November 16, 2005 at 04:31 pm
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