You might think that the driver of a Ford Mustang is usually stopped for speeding due to the car's powerful V6 and V8 engines. But you can't entirely blame a Mustang driver's right foot for moving violations. Instead, blame Ford's interior designers.
They are the ones who, in an effort to evoke the 1960s, blessed the instrument cluster with a font that is condensed -- and positively illegible. What's worse is that the speedometer's numbers are squeezed into half of the dial. The rest of the gauge is empty.
And that's not all.
Why does my elbow hit the hard center console? Why are the vanity mirror covers so cheaply made? Why is there no spot for my Ray-Bans? Or change? Why is cabin storage so meager? The sun visors lack that little strap to hold a turnpike toll ticket, cash, slips and the like. The glovebox is barely big enough to hold the owner's manual and a smartphone. The center console lid has a button that's perfectly placed so that every time I rest my arm on the center console, it opens the bin lid. And wouldn't it be nice if a 21st century Mustang had a steering wheel that telescopes as well as tilts? The test car, with a suggested retail price north of $40,000, has an interior worthy of a car that costs half as much.
But none of that matters, for sensibly evaluating a Mustang is ridiculous. You want sensible? Buy a Fiesta.
This is a Mustang. It has a heritage, and cars with heritage have compromises. That's part of the deal.
The Mustang's familiar retro styling has been buffed to a modern sheen by Ford stylists, promising to speed you back in time. And does it ever.
Twist the key and listen to what eight cylinders of Dearborn muscle sounds like. Next, put the car in gear. Then, step on the accelerator and hold on. That's when quibbles fade like promises made in a singles bar the night before.