Ok folks I'm in the market for a new car. Now I have never bought domestic in my life (owned over 10 cars). When I think of a dream car within what's possibly affordable, I tend to think of things like a BMW 3 series or Nissan G35. Been saving my dollars and driving a used 11 year old piece of crap, and now almost ready to buy something new.
So my beer-bellied buddy and I were driving down the street on Lougheed when he eyes the Ford dealership on the passenger side. He says, "hey ya seen da new Mustang yet buddy? Let's check it out!!!" . I said no way, I never buy domestic. So being who he is, he gets all bellicose and starts yelling right away, and my being the quiet thoughtful type, can't stand it and know I have to give in or else he's going to never shut up until we get to our destination. Also, he owns a bunch of Ford trucks and stuff like that (he has no need for a one ton truck, but that's what he uses to buy groceries) so I figure he has good experience with Fords. So I turn around and head to the dealership.
Though I'm the one who might buy, my buddy grabs the sales kid and asks to drive the GT convertible (lime green, standard shift). So I stand there and my buddy winds up his arm ready to wallop me on the back as he yells out (he only yells), "WELL WHADYA WAITIN FOR COMEON LETS GO MAN", and I anticipate it this time and manage to avoid the blistering back slap. So I meekly sit in the passenger seat and notice the heavy door closing to an assured thump and seal. Hmm. Not the kind of Fords I used to remember.
Long story short, half way back on the test drive, my buddy remembers that it is I who is the prospective buyer and gets his big beer swilling ass out of the driver's seat for me. I take the wheel and I'm in for the surprise of my life. So tight. So much fucking power. So damn visceral. No fucking apologies, damn straight mother fucker. GRRRRRR
When it's all over, the veins are bulging in my arms. Man and machine are one, little girlies. I gotta get me one of these.
So we leave the dealership after lots of talking with the pimply faced sales kid, whose last job was probably delivering pizza. During the drive to our destination, my buddy jeers at just about every other car on the road except Fords and goes on and on in his tyranical way about how great Fords are, etc. He also threw in a few "back in my day" comments when before he hurt his back and his wife became the Goodyear Blimp and the three grubby little snots came along.
So hey guys, what do ya think. I'm used to quality and reliability. I'm willing to trade in the snob factor of a BMW based on the muscle car feel of the Mustang, something which I think is quite unique to it and BMW will never have (I guess). Is Ford quality really good these days? Or will good ol' American ingenuity disappoint me once again?
So my beer-bellied buddy and I were driving down the street on Lougheed when he eyes the Ford dealership on the passenger side. He says, "hey ya seen da new Mustang yet buddy? Let's check it out!!!" . I said no way, I never buy domestic. So being who he is, he gets all bellicose and starts yelling right away, and my being the quiet thoughtful type, can't stand it and know I have to give in or else he's going to never shut up until we get to our destination. Also, he owns a bunch of Ford trucks and stuff like that (he has no need for a one ton truck, but that's what he uses to buy groceries) so I figure he has good experience with Fords. So I turn around and head to the dealership.
Though I'm the one who might buy, my buddy grabs the sales kid and asks to drive the GT convertible (lime green, standard shift). So I stand there and my buddy winds up his arm ready to wallop me on the back as he yells out (he only yells), "WELL WHADYA WAITIN FOR COMEON LETS GO MAN", and I anticipate it this time and manage to avoid the blistering back slap. So I meekly sit in the passenger seat and notice the heavy door closing to an assured thump and seal. Hmm. Not the kind of Fords I used to remember.
Long story short, half way back on the test drive, my buddy remembers that it is I who is the prospective buyer and gets his big beer swilling ass out of the driver's seat for me. I take the wheel and I'm in for the surprise of my life. So tight. So much fucking power. So damn visceral. No fucking apologies, damn straight mother fucker. GRRRRRR
When it's all over, the veins are bulging in my arms. Man and machine are one, little girlies. I gotta get me one of these.
So we leave the dealership after lots of talking with the pimply faced sales kid, whose last job was probably delivering pizza. During the drive to our destination, my buddy jeers at just about every other car on the road except Fords and goes on and on in his tyranical way about how great Fords are, etc. He also threw in a few "back in my day" comments when before he hurt his back and his wife became the Goodyear Blimp and the three grubby little snots came along.
So hey guys, what do ya think. I'm used to quality and reliability. I'm willing to trade in the snob factor of a BMW based on the muscle car feel of the Mustang, something which I think is quite unique to it and BMW will never have (I guess). Is Ford quality really good these days? Or will good ol' American ingenuity disappoint me once again?