\Mus"tang\,
n. [Sp. muste[~n]o
belonging to the graziers, strayed, wild.] (Zo["o]l.) The half-wild
horse of the plains in
From a deep Candy Apple Red to Jet Black and everything in between, the Mustang is the best little rocket to ever hit the asphalt. Sleek and sexy, this little car will kick with the 150 HP V6 power plant, squawk with the 215 HP V8 GT engine or just bust into warp with the 4.6 liter Cobra version producing 305 ponies under its hood.
As you
might have already guessed, I am the proud owner of one of these terrific
cars and soooo, I dedicate this page .
I bought
my Mustang in 1997, a sexy rag top w/gray leather interior, surround
sound, cd player, black rag, Laser Red Clear Coat paint job.
It's pretty. Don't you think?
Of course,
no models have offered to pose on the hood like the GT in the first picture
in the thumbs below, but then again, I don't work for "Playboy".
But still, I'm keeping my hopes up.
Here I am in the annual Water Front Parade in picture 3, piloting my proud Pony for the "Knights of Columbus", I'm not a member but they were looking for someone with a flashy ride, so guess who.
OK. OK. One more. In pic 4 I am comparing my V6 to a friend's Rio Red GT . I might be a little prejudiced but I like mine better, even if it does have the smaller 150 horse engine. Go figure.
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Well,
that's about it for this page, check out page two. Thanks for stopping
by.
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