Ok, the last few years I have been in that nebulous time frame known as “Mid-life crisis”.
I mean I did my job, I raised my kid, my bills are paid, so dang it, I have been trying to have fun, the kind of fun I could not afford to have when I was young but can now.
This post is a little late because this actually happened last summer but writing about it later is better than never, no?
So last summer I had a mild case of “Mustang Fever”. You know, those new Mustangs that look like Old Mustangs? Yeah, Grog like! I went and drove one. The darn thing is all show and no go. It would not even squeal the tires. :( C’mon man! You can’t have a muscle car with no muscle! I mean my little Hybrid will lay rubber if you floor it, and here you have this Steve McQueen-mobile and nothing?
C’mon guys, if you can’t put a real muscle car engine in it at least, AT LEAST, put a megaphone in the rear fender well and then when I tromp on the gas pedal have the computer make manly noises through the megaphone!
I mean throw me a freaking bone here would ya?