Wild Horses

Le sigh, le pant, le drool.

New Mustang Convertible Debuts in Los Angeles Auto Show (of Anaheim) LOS ANGELES, Jan. 5, 2005 — Following on the heels of the hot-selling 2005 Mustang coupe, Ford today trotted out the latest pony car at the Los Angeles Auto Show — the all-new 2005 Mustang Convertible.

Available this spring in a V-6 model and a V-8-powered GT version, the new drop top is the first in a stable of specialty Mustangs designed to keep the American legend fresh.

5 thoughts on “Wild Horses

  1. Beauty.
    I love my 2003 pony car, a yellow GT convertible.
    My oldest son calls it my third child. And he’s right. 😀

  2. 8 Barrel had an ’87 GT which I drove once and didn’t crash or get ticketed. 8 declared victory at that point and never let me try it a second time.
    Every time I need a car, one of these is on *my* short list until wifey gets to the whole will kiddies and their crap fit in the thing question. Le sigh.

  3. I still feel badly about not sharing my toys all that well. Especially after the whole thing with the girlfriend (now wife) who thought she was doing me a favor by cleaning off the hood with a windshield squeegie while I sat there like a pussy-whipped idot and said nothing. I do hope, though that the time I let you drive Big Mo west on M-43 at triple-digit speeds makes up for some of that.
    I promise that if I ever get to buy another Pony, and you come to town, I’ll let you drive it.
    BTW I’ll tell you some time what it’s like to have a father in-law who can drive into Chicago over Christmas, write a check for new E320 w/direct injection diesel, and hand his oldest daughter the keys to his “old” car – a ’99 328i with 140k miles.
    Pimp that ride! I even get to drive it once in a while.

  4. Dewd
    I am grateful for the lack of arrest or stray dog on that famous road, and for your utter stupidity in letting me get behind the wheel of the infamous el ocho barril. I am likewise grateful for 5 short minutes on Oakland Drive. I think I got into third gear. Yay!
    Anything over zero counts as a score. Or maybe that was my mantra when I was a frat boy. Or prowling Bursley-Lewis looking for dates.
    I promise not to do any NASCAR burnouts on any future pony as if it were a 1983 Cougar XR-7 on “loan” from a dealer who doesn’t realize how many years it would take for you to earn the $15,000 price tag.. If you get my meaning.

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