It's been a long time coming, but now it's finally happened. Yes, I actually sat in a Mustang built after 1993.
She tried on a convertible Beetle, but it just wasn't her. The Vibe didn't excite her, and she spent an inordinate amount of time in the Lexus circle. (If I'm going to spend $50,000 on a vehicle, it better have a bowtie on the front and not more than two seats.)
I steered her toward the Jeep Liberty (there ya go, Kate), but it didn't fit quite right - and something about where the dog was going to sit... The rear door opened sideways (?), which won't work in our garage.
She agreed with me that her Powerball car would be the convertible Jaguar XK8. That is a VERY pretty car.
In the end, after looking at a dozen different vehicles, she decided that her next one would be an Escape.
If she's stuck in a rut, I am much worse. Throw out the cars that I simply can't afford, and my choices are reduced to one. I sat in that sweet little Mazda, with the suicide doors, but it was much too laid-back, too low, too close. It reminded me of why the Camaro didn't appeal to me in 1993. I much preferred the upright seating in the Mustang.
We circled the Great Hall, looking at everything. Nissan didn't get more than a glimpse, Chrysler was a walk-by, and Toyota really has nothing for us. We saved the Ford area for last.
I was able to do a whole series of shots of the GT (red, white stripes) and the Shelby (also red, white stripes). These were somewhat removed, of course. For us common folk, there was a white convertible, a red coupe, and a triple-black. (Aside from the sixes, also on display.) The coupe fit like a glove. I noticed that getting in and out was a bit more cumbersome for my old body than my '93, but the driver's seat felt made for me.
And what can I say about a triple black convertible GT? How many times have I said that I'd never buy another black car?!? (Too much damn work.) At least it wouldn't have to come out on wet or snowy days... but still...
That tears it. I gotta get me one of these.
dwight