I do love my minivan. (Yeah, I whine about it enough.) But when I got behind the wheel of a Ford Mustang at the Ford Further conference, my bad ass young self came out. She is ten pounds thinner, abs of steel, long hair flowing, and stilettos with orthotics. Commitment less and free. She asks where the hell have I been.
Um, I gulped sheepishly. Behind the wheel of a minivan.
She winked at me and said, “F the minivan” as we sped away in the Ford Mustang around the track. Over the noise, she also whispered to me that the fact that the cars had green attribute was a bonus. (Have I aged that much?)
Now mind you, I drove around the track probably so much more conservatively then many others but an adolescent surge is still an adolescent surge.
And, oh, the perfume. The smell of burnt rubber filled the air. Can you smell it?
Are you with me here?
The fun didn’t end with the Mustang. I drove the Ford Fiesta, electric Ford Focus, and a cop car too with the lights blaring. I was down right dangerous.
Did I mentioned wickedly hot too? I kissed away 25 years. No plastic surgeon can do that without the pain.
The Ford Focus had a lot of pep and great wheel control as I navigated the turns. On the other hand, the all electric Ford Focus did have some pep but nothing compared to the other cars. Honestly, it was unfair to put the electric Ford Focus in the line-up. It is like a beauty contest with Ryan Gosling versus Jonah Hill . I could be friends with both, but which one would you like to take home? (Sorry Jonah.)
That’s not all.
Then I drove a cop car too with sirens blaring. Heck, no bad guy was beyond my reach. Um, they would have to be on foot for me to catch them. I am not the best driver.
And the Cherry on the Sundae.
How does an off road experience in a big as hell truck? Talk about squealing like a little girl. My Ford driver drove Tiffany of Nature Moms and me on a dirt road adventure you would have to pay big bucks for at an amusement park.
I covered my eyes as we went up and down hills that we couldn’t even see beyond the front of the hood. We kicked up dirt in huge cloud plumes. Hell, it was a blast as I got thrown around in the cab and hummed to myself Pat Benetar’s song Love is a Battlefield.
“We are young
Heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield”
Now, I get the whole big truck concept. Bring it on, Ford.
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