I remember the 1975 Mustang II that pops picked up from Middleton Ford when I was a wee lad. Silver, red interior, traded in the ‘71 Mercury Montego. What a colossal mistake and holy fucking crap what an extraordinarily shitty car. Shook like the coin-op massage bed of a $12 a night motel over 30mph. Following up the…

With all due respect to Chyna, she was no Farrah Fawcett.

A machine that handles with great snap and precision.

Farah Fawcett approves.

“Mustang 2: For Those Without the Foresight to Buy a Used 68 GT350”

No part of that tagline is correct. The Mustang II wasn’t a “SuperCoupe,” it wasn’t “sweet,” and it certainly wasn’t a “handling.”