After all the brew ha ha, we decided to make the run to Nashville on Sunday. Not a damn thing of interest on the program left, but we thought we should check it out anyway.
This meant that I would have to finally have to get around to cleaning Shug up right and proper after our 6 weeks of being on the road with her.
I spent all day on Saturday scrubbing cleaning the poor little thing. She bit me twice and I had to make three passes with the buffer to get all the accumulative crap off of her. There were tiny flecks of tar, little bits of my bug collection and lord only knows what that weird orange spray was that covered both sides and fenders. I had given her a lick and a promise before, but it was time to pay up on the promise, and pay I did!
After 8:00 Saturday night Shug was well waxed shined and shampooed, smelling like a nice clean car. With the intoxicating scent of fresh leather still in our noses we staggered into the house to scrounge up some supper and fell into bed by nine.
It was a beautiful day for the drive. All the trees are in bloom out here, white dogwood, pink crabapple and so many things just bursting out in new foliage that it was a hundred miles of pure viewing pleasure.
As we drove along just north of Nashville we started seeing Mustangs going the opposite way in pretty good numbers. I muttered softly "Geeze Shug, by the time we get there there's only going to be one Mustang left... YOU!"
We turned off the main highway and headed toward the speedway and an 03 Cobra with a cocky looking heavy set guy behind the wheel on our tail. He decided to show us how big and bad his 03 was and romped on it to pass us. He never really LOOKED at us, it was more that "out of the corner of his eye thing" so he could pretend that he wasn't being an idiot. Being the wonderful little darlin that I am *halo twinkles here* as he got along side us I pointed furiously behind us... so the idiot would SEE the Sheriff's car that was about 10 car lengths behind us. I literally saved his ass.
He didn't acknowledge a thing but did a hasty slow down and fell in behind us, then dropped way below the 70 mph speed limit to let the Sheriff and I go along unencumbered by his testosterone overload.
We then fell in with about a dozen other Mustangs headed for the Speedway and just settled on in for the rest of the drive. It was so cool. Some on trailers, some driving, all polished and cleaning in the morning sunshine and everyone had a broad grin on their face as they were driving down the highway.
When we got there, all I could think was.... "HEY! I JUST SPENT A WHOLE DAY DETAILING MY DAMN CAR!! Whatta ya mean I have to park out here in the dirt!!!???"
Naw, really, I expected it... it wasn't really a big deal. Parking was free anyway!
WOW, I have never seen so many Mustangs in all my life. It was like a beehive made up of pony emblems. There were some fantastic cars up there and one old yeller Ford Pick-em-up truck that made my heart skip a beat.
There were so many that eventually they began to run together in something of a blur. We were just blown away by some of the cars out there but there were three that really made an impression on me.
1) (I think) a blue 03 6 cylinder. Oh, sorry... SUPERCHARGED 6 cylinder. It had everything.. a kick butt paint job with a ghost pony that led to kind of a flame pattern and , well, I will post photos if you want me to, it is just too pretty to describe. It was definitely my favorite in the whole show.2) The 05 GT. All I can say is prolly too much. A gal I was talking to and I agreed (She has a 97 Cobra) but she stated it perfectly: "It looks like an ugly old nag that someone threw a saddle at" It's too retro/European/big/ugly/out of proportion. We (Dick too) didn't like it a bit. When the guy from Ford decided to come over and start it up for everyone to ohhh and ahhhh over, I looked at Dick, then the gal next to me and it all began with a smirk. She and I both started giggling and almost didn't stop. It sounded WEAK. I hollered at him "PUT SOME PIPES ON IT!!!" and he laughed. Anyway, my review of the 05.... wouldn't have one unless you gave it to me. Then, I would trade it off on something else. It has a big "roman nose" and is just horrible all over more than anywhere else. I think it's a rebirth of the Mustang II only a lot bigger and uglier. They at least had some character.
3) A silver 67 (I think it was a 67, looked like a 67 to me, but what do I know) All I can say about this car is.... "In my dreams"It was a fun morning and we enjoyed looking at the cars and talking to folks. We didn't spend much because the ATM was fresh out of money so we left around 1:00 and headed for home in our now dust covered looking little plain Jane Cobra talking about if we would like to do some things to her so we could park in the shade next time and show her off instead of leaving her out in the dust.
In 5 years, I hope to be better prepared.