There are a lot of folks that think a four-cylinder engine is just about the worst thing you could drop between the fenders of a pony car. I’m not one of them (anymore). While I was skeptical initially, after spending a week in the saddle of an EcoBoost Mustang, I’ve come around to the idea. A traditional muscle car must always have a V8 under the hood. But a pony car can be wicked fun (and fast), without traditional muscle.
I put a Guard Green EcoBoost Mustang Premium to a week-long test. It was fitted with the six-speed automatic, and 201A – Equipment Group (which includes the Shaker Audio System, Memory Driver’s Seat, Blind Spot Mirrors and cross-traffic alert) along with with adaptive cruise control. This is the most refined Mustang I’ve ever driven, edging out the 2015 Mustang GT I tested last month.
We’ve all been there. You have basic transportation needs and a budget tighter than a screw cap on a cheap bottle of wine. An inexpensive used car can help you meet your needs without resorting to taking out a high-interest loan. Knowing which car to buy is key, but the answer is too often locked away. We’re here to cut through the bombardment of advertisements and get right to the facts. When you buy the right cheap used car it will set you free. Buy the wrong one and you’ll enter a new world of pain.
Every time a Ford Mustang rolls into my driveway it feels like an old friend has come to visit. While I’ve never owned a Mustang, I’m reminded by all of the good times I’ve spent riding in pony cars and the great folks I’ve come to know along the way. So when the chance to test the 2015 Mustang GT appeared, there was no hesitation. After putting over ten thousand miles on Slambo (my 1999 Honda Civic HX fuel economy project car), I was more than ready to drive something with a healthy dose of horsepower under the hood.
I’ve been waiting to test Ethanol Free Gasoline (E0) for eons, but I could never find a local service station that carries it. Blame it on the lawmakers. As it turns out, New Jersey state law stipulates that all of the gas sold here must contain ten percent ethanol. Thankfully, ethanol-free gas is sold on the other side of the Delaware River, fifty odd miles from home. I took Slambo for a ride today, to fill up with E0 for the first time. I intend to test it over a number of tanks.
It happens when you’re in the middle of nowhere. Or in the middle of the city. A warning light flashes on your dashboard, urging you to CHECK ENGINE. It immediately strikes fear in the heart, a fear of the unknown. A sense of panic sets in. Your significant other is rattled, “what’s wrong with the car now,” they ask with trepidation. You feel an impulsive need to drive immediately to a dealership to find out what’s wrong. The seed has been planted: it’s a money tree and you’re about to fertilize it with your bank account.