Sex and cars

Well, that title certainly got your attention, didn't it.

I am on a business trip, and the travel gods (aka the rental car guy who is nice to me) gave me a beautiful, shiny red Mustang this week.  It's gorgeous.

Every time I start the engine, I grin to myself.  It purrrrrs.

And the few times (I mean, I do have to work sometime) I have taken it out on the highway, it responds in such a way that all I can think of are sexual metaphors.

Pushing the accelerator makes me think of lines that would probably be appropriate in porn.  Most of them involve the words "harder" or "faster."

Going up a steep hill makes me think I asked it to do something naughty ... and it likes that.

I haven't figured out what would make me think it was asking for a spanking.  But I'm curious.

As I noticed the bent my mind was taking in this car, I decided that sex is the easiest way to describe how American muscle cars are different from European performance cars.  The Europeans like to seduce you with their handling and gracefully take you to bed.   American cars just want to get it on.

I am going to be very sad to return this car tomorrow.  It has such personality.  I don't think I'd want a Mustang as my only car.  But if I could have a second car, I think I'd have to consider it.

Random other fun fact about the Mustang:  It likes classic rock.  It won't tolerate adult contemporary, pop, country or anything less metal.  It might be okay with more contemporary rock though.  But I don't want to test its limits ... well, not with respect to music anyway.