nhcobra
11-27-2006, 10:28 AM
This was published in the NH Mustang clubs latest newsletter and, with their blessings, I thought I'd share. I hate to admit it but I'm guilty of more of these than I want to count.
You might be a Mustang driver if:
Your goal in modification is to beat a stock LS1 Camaro.
Your first mod is Flowmasters.
You have mufflers and a K&N for a new Mustang before you take delivery.
Your car has 10,000 miles and the dealership mechanics say the squeaks and rattles are “normal”.
Your answer for those squeaks and rattles is a louder exhaust.
You have “Bullitt” on DVD, and you’ve seen the chase scene tons of times, but never the rest of the movie.
You notice that every damn ricer on the road tries to race you.
You recognize the year and trim of a Mustang by the headlights in your rearview mirror.
You floor it under bridges just to hear your car.
You recognize a Mustang exhaust from a mile away, and tell the difference between a 5.0 and a 4.6.
Your windows squeak.
You turn your music down and roll down your window to hear another Mustang’s exhaust.
During the short walk from your car into the convenience store, you turn around at least twice to admire your car.
You have ever come to a complete stop if there is water on the road.
You have a towel and some quick detailer in the trunk in case you forgot the above.
You have to respond, “What glove compartment”?
You use parts catalogs for reading material while on the “throne”.
You spend hours looking at different brands of the same product.
You know that your one of the few cars on the road with true duals.
You put your Mercedes outside so your Mustang can stay in the garage.
You consider a stoplight valid practice for the drag strip “tree”.
You have to put the beer cooler in the back seat because it will not fit in the trunk.
You already know your calling in sick if the weatherman says 3-6 inches of snow are forecast for the rush hour.
You’ve been pulled over by a cop just so he could see your car.
You have over ten parts catalogs under your bed.
For every suspension mod you’ve done 10 engine mods.
You change your exhaust setup more often than you change your hairstyle.
You dread being at a stoplight next to a cop for fear of them hearing your car at anything above 2k rpm.
You set off alarms like nobody’s business.
You remember people by what they did to their car.
You’ve gotten used to the “drone”.
You spend two hours a night on gotstang.com.
You’ve spent 30 minutes shooting the breeze with a total stranger about the merits of the Foxbody vs. the SN95.
On long trips with friends, you still take two cars because no one will sit in the back seat.
You have ever had the church van driving beside you telling you to punch it.
You have a 4 foot parts pile in your living room waiting for install.
You put it into neutral halfway down the street so as not to wake the neighbors late at night.
You know Ford transmissions are junk, but continue to modify anyways.
You can always win an argument about best bang for the buck.
You are always upgrading something.
Your car has been driven once after washing, and the bumper under the license plate is filthy.
You might be a Mustang driver if:
Your goal in modification is to beat a stock LS1 Camaro.
Your first mod is Flowmasters.
You have mufflers and a K&N for a new Mustang before you take delivery.
Your car has 10,000 miles and the dealership mechanics say the squeaks and rattles are “normal”.
Your answer for those squeaks and rattles is a louder exhaust.
You have “Bullitt” on DVD, and you’ve seen the chase scene tons of times, but never the rest of the movie.
You notice that every damn ricer on the road tries to race you.
You recognize the year and trim of a Mustang by the headlights in your rearview mirror.
You floor it under bridges just to hear your car.
You recognize a Mustang exhaust from a mile away, and tell the difference between a 5.0 and a 4.6.
Your windows squeak.
You turn your music down and roll down your window to hear another Mustang’s exhaust.
During the short walk from your car into the convenience store, you turn around at least twice to admire your car.
You have ever come to a complete stop if there is water on the road.
You have a towel and some quick detailer in the trunk in case you forgot the above.
You have to respond, “What glove compartment”?
You use parts catalogs for reading material while on the “throne”.
You spend hours looking at different brands of the same product.
You know that your one of the few cars on the road with true duals.
You put your Mercedes outside so your Mustang can stay in the garage.
You consider a stoplight valid practice for the drag strip “tree”.
You have to put the beer cooler in the back seat because it will not fit in the trunk.
You already know your calling in sick if the weatherman says 3-6 inches of snow are forecast for the rush hour.
You’ve been pulled over by a cop just so he could see your car.
You have over ten parts catalogs under your bed.
For every suspension mod you’ve done 10 engine mods.
You change your exhaust setup more often than you change your hairstyle.
You dread being at a stoplight next to a cop for fear of them hearing your car at anything above 2k rpm.
You set off alarms like nobody’s business.
You remember people by what they did to their car.
You’ve gotten used to the “drone”.
You spend two hours a night on gotstang.com.
You’ve spent 30 minutes shooting the breeze with a total stranger about the merits of the Foxbody vs. the SN95.
On long trips with friends, you still take two cars because no one will sit in the back seat.
You have ever had the church van driving beside you telling you to punch it.
You have a 4 foot parts pile in your living room waiting for install.
You put it into neutral halfway down the street so as not to wake the neighbors late at night.
You know Ford transmissions are junk, but continue to modify anyways.
You can always win an argument about best bang for the buck.
You are always upgrading something.
Your car has been driven once after washing, and the bumper under the license plate is filthy.