Mustang made me feel like a Cougar

Moi w:Mustang


What does a girl have to do to get a date around here? Honestly, there are only so many options. Online dating is a no-man’s land of foot fetishists, cross dressers and whiners straddling the grey line between semi-retired and unemployed. Well-meaning friends offer to set you up, but inevitably, their cousin Bob is single for a good reason.

So – I got myself a 2014 lime green Mustang convertible, with a V6 premium package. Any smart girl knows that Mustangs are like catnip to guys. Even in lime green. And a convertible, well.

Technically, it wasn’t lime green. Ford calls it “Gotta Have It Green,” but my friend Cynthia knows better. “Is that UR fancy lime green car?,” she texted me, after spotting it in the garage. That’s why she’s my BFF.Front

And spotting it was pretty damn easy. Finally I could go to Sherway Gardens and not lose my car in the parking lot. Although I’m no shrinking violet, that car just shrieked “Look at ME!” It was almost overwhelming. I felt like I’d put on a blonde wig or something. That was it –  I was in disguise!

Apparently 40 percent of convertible drivers like the attention they get, and I can see why. Driving up Jarvis Street, a comely young lad on a bicycle pulled up alongside me – on the driver’s side – and peeked in. I winked, and he pulled away with a sheepish grin. He was a little *too* green, even for me. But a couple of times, pedestrians deliberately crossed right in front of me, I swear, just to make me slam on the brakes. They smirked as I sat there, shooing them away. Cops definitely noticed me – I’m sure they expected less than ladylike behaviour, but I neatly disappointed them.

Heads turned wherever we cruised. At every stop sign and red light, I got glances, thumbs up, friendly waves and even a whistle or two. I didn’t even have to rev the Stang’s 305 hp 3.7 litre V6, which can go zero to 100 k in 6.0 seconds. And it was a 6-speed manual shift, making it even more cool.Wheel

Driving out to Barrie, I got to have some fun on the 400 – but not too much fun. After all, I was low-hanging fruit for the local constabulary. The Mustang snarled nicely for a pony, and the steering was crisp and precise. Although I didn’t have much use for the Sync telematics – we know not to use our cellphone in the car, under any circumstances – I did love the Shaker audio system, with satellite radio. And what did I find?  A terrific R’n’B station, which I turned up when Shalamar came on, crooning about “The Second Time Around.”

In fact, it was so exhilarating, leaning back into the leather upholstery, wind messing up my hair, flying over the asphalt on those 18-inch wheels Ponythat come standard with the “Mustang Club of America” package, that I almost forgot about being single. Could it be the car’s eager response to every touch? The way those headlights watched me walk away after I parked … the pleasingly sensuous silhouette … and brash, aggressive stance. There was something muscular and masculine about the car, green as it was.

Steering WheelWe had a fling, the ‘Stang and me.  That convertible top slid back and forth so agreeably, and the rearview camera helped me back into so many tight spots. I didn’t even mind the heavy doors – no, they were just like strong arms, holding me safe and secure while I wound my way around town.

And I was kind of sad when I had to say good-bye. I walked away from that prancing pony, which was everywhere – on the grill, the steering wheel, the touchscreen, even projected onto the ground like some kind of fluorescent equine night light.

So long, pony car. We’ll always have … Barrie.




19 Comments on "Mustang made me feel like a Cougar"

  1. Mary Slagel July 3, 2013 at 4:51 pm · Reply

    I love that car. I am huge into bright colored cars. In fact, I am on my second yellow car. When I was picking out a new car I didn’t settle for a car until I found the only yellow car for sale on any lots in Tampa. I knew the moment I saw it I had to have it. Do I regret being so picky to choose a yellow car? Yes. It is a 2012 Ford Focus and the transmission is far from their best. The sleezy cars salesman told me it was their best transmission yet. What a lie. I had to take it back and have it “reprogrammed” less than a month after purchasing it. (What ever reprogrammed meant). They offered to buy it back from me since I didn’t feel comfortable driving a car that DOESN’T accelerate properly, but I couldn’t afford the loss I would take on it. So here I am, stuck with a bright yellow car, that accelerates like a 13 year old trying to learn to drive manual. But the car looks good 🙂

    • Krystyna Lagowski July 3, 2013 at 6:39 pm · Reply

      It’s funny how the colour grows on you. Congrats on your yellow cars! Car colour is so much more important than people think. You have to drive that car for the next five to ten years, so you better love everything about it. Too bad about the tranny – love your description. Ever thought of taking it to a transmission shop? They can do wonders…

  2. Cassi July 3, 2013 at 6:16 pm · Reply

    OK, I’m missing something. What happened to the car?

    • Krystyna Lagowski July 3, 2013 at 6:35 pm · Reply

      Oh, dear. Should have explained that the car was a press loaner from Ford Canada. Autowriters can get a car for a week from pretty much any car manufacturer. Actually, they used to be much pickier about who they lend cars to – the rules are pretty slack, now. As long as you have a legitimate outlet where your writing appears, you can get a car for a week!

  3. Arleen July 3, 2013 at 9:22 pm · Reply

    My husband watches all these call shows, such as Speed, the auctions and loves the bright colored cars. I think it is a man thing. What is funny we have three cars and they are all silver. What an interesting idea to get a car that is a press loaner. God knows what my husband would bring home to drive.

    • Krystyna Lagowski July 5, 2013 at 2:28 am · Reply

      Silver is one of the most popular car colours, because it’s neutral, doesn’t show scratches or dirt and is easy to clean. That translates into good resale value when you want to trade it in. But crazy bright colours are *fun*! And having access to press loaner cars can bring out the beast in all of us …

  4. Susan Cooper July 3, 2013 at 11:50 pm · Reply

    Oh man I would’ve had a devil of a time handing the beauty over. You must have had a blast. I know I would. I loved the color. I know it’s not for everyone but I thought it was cool. Yeah, guys and cars do go together, don’t they? Drive on my friend, Susan

    • Krystyna Lagowski July 5, 2013 at 2:36 am · Reply

      That’s always hard with these loaner cars, saying good-bye. But like they say, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. It was fun while it lasted, that’s for sure : ))

  5. Debra Yearwood July 4, 2013 at 3:21 am · Reply

    Okay, it has to be said, your hair and that car were meant to be together. You must have been like a ray of sunshine everywhere you went. There’s just something so pleasing about a bright sporty car…the comfy leather seats are also a must. Glad you had fun. Thanks for sharing.

    • Krystyna Lagowski July 5, 2013 at 2:38 am · Reply

      You know, Debra, I had no idea the car was going to be this colour. All I asked for was a convertible Mustang! It was a little like having a very large and sexy fashion accessory, I must say. And SO much fun!

  6. Christine Peets July 4, 2013 at 4:09 pm · Reply

    Krystyna: That car looks fabulous with you standing beside it!
    When I was writing the “Car Guide” column for the Napanee Guide many years ago, I got to “borrow” cars from the local dealers to test them out. My favourite was probably the 1994 Mustang! It was the 30th anniversary of the “‘Stang” and they were in a celebratory mood. It was so much fun driving that car. Unfortunately I only got to keep it for a few hours, but during that time I got to bring it home to show off to my then high-school age boys who were home for lunch (unfortunately none of their friends were here that day.)
    I think my “bucket list” car would be a red convertible VW, so if you ever get a chance to borrow one of those for a week–please come and visit.
    I’m loving living vicariously with you Driving Like a Girl.

    • Krystyna Lagowski July 5, 2013 at 2:41 am · Reply

      Oh, Christine, I *have* requested a Beetle convertible from VW, but who knows what I’ll get? Sometimes you have a choice, but usually you have to take whatever they’ve got. I’ll keep you posted : ))

      And I remember those 94 Mustangs, they caused quite a stir when they came on the market – Ford was trying to be truer to the original Mustang styling, and there was some odd feature, like a tail-light, that rubbed some Mustang aficianados the wrong way. Cars are so much fun, I’ll bet you loved bombing around Napanee – can just picture it.

  7. Elizabeth Scott July 6, 2013 at 6:47 am · Reply

    I have to say I’m in love with your car!!!! My husband is a big car guy and always points out good looking cars and now I can show him yours…Woohoo score one for me. There is a great looking purple charger on a lot close to me and my daughter says she wants it every time we drive by. She only needs 9 more years until she can even get a driving permit.

  8. Becc July 8, 2013 at 1:52 am · Reply

    I cried when I had to replace my convertible to a family car. Thank God that time is over and my little one loves a convertible. My current car is even better than the one before as we upgraded to a Merc!
    Oh, I would love to drive a mustang around for a while. Obviously it would need to be a convertible 🙂

  9. homejobsbymom July 8, 2013 at 11:59 am · Reply

    Mustangs are awesome. I used to want one so bad.

  10. Jeri July 9, 2013 at 3:41 pm · Reply

    I too was wondering where the car came from when I read this post a few days ago, but I figured it must be loaner of some sort. Kinda really makes me want to start blogging about cars just so I can have the chance to drive dream cars. I had a Mustang for four years. I really loved that car. Love may be a mild word…. We ended up selling it because the Idaho winters got too much for the car. If I ever can have another car that doesn’t need to be year round car, I really want to get a muscle car again. Every time I see or hear one, my heart goes pitter-pat 🙂

    • Krystyna Lagowski July 9, 2013 at 9:17 pm · Reply

      Jeri, go for it. Car companies are more than willing to lend cars esp to bloggers and anyone in social media. On my recent trip to Detroit, I encountered all kinds of mommy bloggers, even fashion and lifestyle writers that are being courted by the automakers. They realize that women only read car media when they want to buy a car! In between, women are more likely to browse through a non-automotive publication or blog – like yours. Just call up whoever handles media at whatever HQ is near you, and ask. All they can do is say no!

  11. Alison at Diamond-Cut Life July 16, 2013 at 3:01 pm · Reply

    Krystyna, this is my first visit to your blog. I confess that I have no feelings for cars at all (lots of feelings for bicycling, public transit and walking) — but I LOVE your writing, such a sensual, passionate approach to life.

    Some of my favorite phrasing of yours:

    Could it be the car’s eager response to every touch? The way those headlights watched me walk away after I parked …We had a fling, the ‘Stang and me. . . . I didn’t even mind the heavy doors – no, they were just like strong arms, holding me safe and secure while I wound my way around town. . . . .

    You are my kind of lady, my kind of writer. Oh, and thanks for your comment at Diamond-Cut Life. I wrote a reply-comment to it.

    • Krystyna Lagowski July 17, 2013 at 1:46 am · Reply

      Alison, you are too kind! And you’re exactly the type of reader I treasure, since you don’t care for cars but enjoyed your visit here anyways. Our society has created a whole culture around cars, but it tends to be male-dominated. That’s what I want to turn around, and I’m glad for folks like you who are helping me. I think we just may be kindred spirits!

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