My Wife Calls it My ‘Mid-Life Crisis’ Car, But I Call it Fun
On Saturday, February 15th, I bought a Mustang. My wife calls is my “Mid-Life Crisis” car, but so far I call it a heckuva lot of fun.
2013 was a rough year for cars in my family. Late last summer my Chevy HHR suffered a major mechanical issue that affected the braking system and would have cost more to repair than the vehicle was worth. Then, last fall, my wife’s Van–never the peak of automotive fitness in the first place–died a glorious death on Poleline Road when the engine exploded.
My wife and I were without our own vehicles for almost three months, but thanks to both of our families, we car-pooled our way into 2014. That all changed on February 15th when we bought a Ford Mustang.
You may not believe this, but I have never owned a sports car before, or anything that could even remotely be classified as “sporty.” Heck, February 14th, when my wife and I went to meet the cool couple in Filer that were selling the car, marked the first time I had ever even driven a Mustang.
I decided that since this vehicle would primarily be my commuter car, and I didn’t have a ton of money to spend, that I was going to scour Craigslist and local classifieds until I found the exact car I wanted. While my family was trying to push me toward a “people mover” (read: mini-van or small SUV), I wanted something fun.
I have to admit that this is a bit of a dream come true for me. When I was 15 years old, Ford announced the new “Fourth Generation” Mustangs–this was the first major body change in 15 years–and I was absolutely, head over heels in love with it. I actually had a poster of a red 1994 Mustang on my bedroom wall.
And now I own a red 1996 Ford Mustang V6 Convertible.
Mid-Life Crisis? Possibly. Helluva lot of fun? Definitely.