Things change so rapidly these days that a little
continuity can be a welcome thing.
Ford's Mustang is not
the newest and latest thing by any stretch — but it's no sway-backed nag,
either. After 37 years on the market and the only pony car from the 1960s still
solidly on its feet (the soon-to-be-discontinued Chevy Camaro/Pontiac Firebird
twins being on life support), the Mustang is basically the same, conceptually,
as the very first car to bear the name.
It is also still
compelling — like an old friend whose good qualities and easy familiarity
maintain and even strengthen his appeal.
It is a study in
well-roundedness, if not absolute perfection. As a traditional, American-style
sporty 2+2, the Mustang feels heavier and less nimble than true sports cars such
as the Honda S2000, BMW Z3 or Mazda Miata. It's not the quickest or fastest
sporty coupe, either. A Camaro Z28 (or Pontiac Firebird) will brain smash it in
a drag race.
Life in the fast lane
But we don't live life
a quarter-mile at a time. And GM's wonder twins are afflicted with horrible
blind spots, terrible interior design (among other things, a huge lump in the
floorpan on the passenger's side; it's there to make room for the catalytic
converter underneath), and Judge Dredd styling that narrows their appeal to guys
under 25 — and guys over 45 who think they're still 25.
And handling-wise, true
sports cars like the Miata and Z3 are also of limited practical use, having two
very small seats only — and less trunk space than some women's
purses.
For most drivers on
public roads, what matters a whole lot more than how quickly a car can dart
around an autocross circuit, or how hard a car presses you into the seat when
you mash the gas pedal, is how the thing feels to drive when you're just
noodling around; whether the interior is comfortable and stylish; the bodywork
not cartoonish or suggestive of switchblades hidden in tube socks.