Story by Brendan McAleer
Brendan Takes You on a Journey behind the Freedom of a Mustang
The city of Vancouver is a glittering urban jewel, an emerald palace of luxury high-rises shining between the mountains and the sea. Situated near the broad delta of the mighty Fraser River, it is a place of manmade beauty, framed by the tree-lined splendor of the nearby mountains.
Our steed for the trip couldn’t be more perfect. When the oil age ends, when whizzing self-driving electric pods ferry us to our destinations while we gaze at flickering screens, the Ford Mustang Shelby GT350 will remain a car the cognoscenti of speed will whisper about.
In Honor of National Mustang Day
The famously flat-plane crank ‘eight makes 526 HP and revs to 8,250 rpm. These are not the kind of numbers you want in a city with bad traffic and a public policy focused on bike lanes and mass transit. It is, however, just the thing for storming the gates of Hell.
If the GT350 sounds great with the windows up, pegging the rev-limiter through a tunnel is a front row seats at the best three rock concerts you’ve ever attended. It’ll shake your fillings and melt your earwax. The bony plates of your skull will rearrange themselves. It’s wonderful.
Because BC’s vast territory is so sparsely populated, cellphone coverage is spotty at best. You may get a chime or two as you come into range in some small town, but most of the time it’s just empty roads and ‘No Service’ on your display screen.
It feels like freedom. The lack of an electronic crutch means you learn to read the road signs and maybe even pull out your trusty paper map. Driver and passenger pay more attention. There’s less of an impulse to instantly share the experience with some digital audience; instead, you let the moment wash over you, and the experience becomes participation instead of documentation.
National Mustang Day is celebrated on April 17th, noted as the official birthdate of the Ford Mustang – the original domestic muscle and sports car.