My First Friday Five, on Sunday morning no less.

[aruan]

Because I never miss an opportunity to wax poetic about it. If anything makes me go fangirl faster than the boys, it's my car.

1. What vehicle do you drive?

A red 1997 Ford Mustang GT convertible. Manual shift, kickin' speaker system, leather interior, a wet dream-inducing number of power buttons, CD player. It's this beautiful piece of sporty machinery that starts up with a growl and purrs like a big cat while running. It's also, like, the quintessence of Americana, an aspect I really enjoy about it.

You know, people talk about how Ford makes such lame cars and constant maintenance this and break down that, but I've never had serious trouble with mine in all our five years together. It's taken me almost 80,000 miles total (less about 18,000 because we bought it used) and I can only hope it holds out for another few hundred thousand or more. I love it beyond all reason and to the point where most any other car impresses me not at all. Being cruised in high school was beyond amusing.

2. How long have you had it?

Got it for my sixteenth birthday. My father asked what kind of car I would like - figuring it was more of a token gesture, I went for broke and asked for it. Imagine my surprise when he actually took me seriously. Anyway, that makes it five years this October.

3. What is the coolest feature on your vehicle?

It's a convertible. I remember having bad days at school and having it all dissipate within the first ten seconds after putting the top down and cranking the music up. Twenty if it was something serious.

4. What is the most annoying thing about your vehicle?

The trunk is really, really small. I know, cry me a fucking river, right? *g* It also gets no gas mileage whatsoever - around 200 in the city, 300 on the freeway on one tank. And it has only one cup holder. I'm done! I'm done!

5. If money were no object, what vehicle would you be driving right now?

Forgoing the fact that I love my car, covet it in any parking lot even though I know it's mine, and will drive it till the day it simply won't have any more? A Ferrari Modena 360 or an Aston Martin, maybe a BMW Z3. Yeah, I'm a sports car queen. There are worse sins.

Comments

[gegenschein.livejournal.com]

I love your car!

The way you talk about your Mustang reminds me of the way my friend jesspark used to talk about her 88 (?) Toyota Supra (also red, and stick shift). When she and her dad had to leave the car at the junkyard, she cried. She'd had the car since before she was even able to drive.

Now she's got a new red Tiburon, also stick shift. :)

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

It's so cool to talk to people who love their cars, whatever make/model. It's a singular feeling to get joy out of an otherwise mundane and, especially in Florida, lackluster activity like driving.

[isilya]

Mmm.... cruising down the freeway with the top down and *NSYNC coming through the stereo! Good friends, good times, great car.

I actually have fic inspired by that drive:

***

The first night was smog and a deep rust-red sky.

In other words, a pretty normal Miami night, and Lance Bass, driving down the Interstate had one hand on the steering wheel and the other loosely tangled with Justin Timberlake's. They had stopped for chocolate milk and Oreos, making Lance feel ridiculously guilty for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint. He liked to watch Justin eat though, liked to make him laugh and spray out dark chocolate crumbs, liked Justin's kisses sweet, liked Justin sleeping with the faint edges of a milk moustache just visible.

Justin's fingers felt sticky and warm and his chin was slumped against his chest. He was snoring a little. Lance figured they should head back to their hotel, but it was a warm summer night and he was driving a convertible. The breeze felt good on his face, the ride was smooth and, he decided, smoothing his thumb against the back of Justin's hand, that Justin needed this. Needed to nap unscheduled and easy, to get away from air-conditioning and room-service and fluorescent-halogen lighting for, oh, at least an hour or ninety more miles. Whichever was greater.

So that first night, Lance drove on through the dark and did not notice the stars were missing.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Lambs! Lambs holding hands in a convertible! Sweet kisses and Justin needing his sleep because he so, so does and the world will just have to make do and Lance is driving! Which direction are they going, toward Key West or Orlando? Are they gonna stop somewhere else for the night and play hookie from the world? *swoons*