We’ve been on a quest.
Mr Bach has decided, a bit like the chap on the Nat West ISA advert, that the time has come to purchase a classic Mustang.
It may or may not be a mid-life crisis, but as I like cars too I’m happy to indulge him.
Previous readers will know I like cars. I particularly like cars with V8 engines, as I like the ‘burbling’ sound they make.
I’m also planning ahead for daughter’s prom and/or wedding as I think this might make an appropriate vehicle for a grand entrance.
So, sat nav enabled – my favourite joke about sat navs has to be the Bonnie Tyler version, it keeps telling you to turn around and every now and then it falls apart – off we headed.
Two hours later we arrived at our destination, and there she stood.
Head-turner is an understatement, even though she’s nearly 50 years old.
We opened the driver’s door and I was hit by that classic car smell – a mixture of petrol and old car. I was immediately transported (pardon the pun) back to my first car, a 1974 Mini.
The current owner started her up, probably waking up the neighbours in this smart suburb of a major city.
Mustang Sally sat there, burbling happily in the sunshine, with passers-by rubber-necking to see what was going on.
She’s not perfect, there’s a few signs of age (a bit like my good self!), but she’s certainly a looker. Now we have to think is she the car for us?