One of the challenges of being the sole female in a houseful of males is being able to relate to my sons and husband collectively when it comes to favorite hobbies and pastimes. While I enjoy fishing, camping and now even golfing with my husband and kids, I have a hard time sitting still for some of the other things that the males in the household enjoy; take Bear Grylls devouring a rotting sheep on Man Vs. Wild, for example. There is one thing in our family that seems to bring all of us together, however; weekend drives in our Mustang.
My husband drives cars the way that old men drive them. Although I'm a woman and the usual stereotypes should apply, they don't. During one last solo trip to visit my mother in MN, after I had driven our 5 year-old Pontiac Grand Prix as though it were in a Grand Prix, it came home dripping steering fluid and had transmission issues. Like a horse that's been ridden hard and put up wet, the workhorse engine in it was almost dead. Simply put, I'm hard on a car.
My husband, unhappy that another car was being forced into early retirement because of my double life as a race car driver, decided to look into several options for our next vehicle. Ideally, he was looking for a larger American model with great reviews, good gas mileage, and a sturdy engine that could handle abuse yet had overall curb appeal. A great sound system option was a plus too, after all, we're not dead yet. The new, redesigned version of the Ford Taurus was one of the cars that we were impressed with because it met all of our criteria.
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