Mustang Sally

You know that song, right?  The one made famous by Wilson Pickett in 1967?  Well, this post isn't about that song.  Nor is it about a woman named Sally.  It is about a woman, though... and a Ford Mustang.

It's about my Mother-In-Law.

Yes, my mother-in-law.

My mother in law has a new car, and it's a 2008 Ford Mustang.  At this point you may be laughing, and that's a good thing.  Laughter is healthy, but hear me on this:  Mrs GF and I don't think it's particularly funny. 

You know, what I think is really cool is that my in-laws, nice folks that they are, are in an enviable position.  My father in law is a retired railroad worker, and as such has the most awesome pension package around.  He also retired from the Army Reserve as a Sergeant Major, again, not a shabby pension.  My mother in law is entitled to a pension in her own right from the railroad for being married to a retired railroad worker... I'm not sure how that works, but good on her is what I say.  My point is that they don't really want for much.  They own their home.  When they want a new car, they pick it out and write a check.  Like I said, an enviable position for any old person (or young person), right?

Well, the in laws like to have a nice car, as anyone would, and so recently, it was time for MIL to retire her car and get a new one.  My in laws, being good Americans, decided to go with a Ford, which is common for them.

So they bought her... SoccerGirls grandmother... a woman in her 80's, a Mustang.

A Mustang!  What were they thinking?  A mustang... WTF?  Now, I get that it's a nice looking car... I have always said that if I had the wherewithal to buy a sports car, it would be a Mustang... but c'mon.

I suppose that in bizzaro-world, where my MIL lives, it's a nice sized car that looks nice, so what's the beef, right?  Well, that only goes so far when you stop to consider that my MIL is Bat Shit C-R-A-Z-Y!  This is a woman that never drives on the highway, doesn't drive at night, and can go for a week without driving 20 miles.  A Mustang.

You've got to be kidding me.  She is going to destroy that high-performance engine by driving that car, at little old lady speed, to go to church once a week.  I guess the best thing that can be said about it is that whoever owns that car next is going to get him/herself a nice ride that hasn't been worked too hard.

 

WTF were they thinking?