Mustang, Dang. Minivan? What Minivan?

I drive a M.A.V. (Mommy Assault Vehicle–a.k.a., Minivan.) I have driven one since my second child was born.

Yesterday I drove a Mustang convertible.

I am now severely rethinking the whole multi-person-vehicle thing.

It started innocently enough: my son had a date to Homecoming and was trying to decide between being brave enough to risk dad's very nice foreign car (whose name we won't mention but it rhymes with Yowdi) along with his own meager bank account should anything happen to said foreign car–and being brave enough to risk his manhood by driving the M.A.V. instead.

The stress was killing him. The van unmans my boy. But the Yowdi costs $1,200 to repair no matter what happens, even if all it gets is a hang-hubcap. (See, that's a play on "hangnail." Get it? "Hangnail" –  "Hang-hubcap." Bwa HAH!) What to do?

Well, right before my wavering son was about to give in to the safety/dorkiness of the family car, in stepped my good friend and offered to let him drive her Mustang convertible to the dance. Out of the blue. Because she's like that.

My boy's eyebrows shot right off his forehead and before I could finish relaying her message he blurted "Yesplease!" Then he spent the rest of the afternoon "getting to know" the vehicle by driving it up and down our street every time he saw a neighbor going to get the mail, and lovingly vacuuming the non-existent lint from the seats, and figuring out how to put the top up (after I informed him that girls are wowed by convertibles until they are seated in the back–like my son's friend and his date would be–having the wind blast bugs and dust into their $100 dance-do, and send spikes of freezing air down their satin shrugs).

Needless to say, the boy had developed a perma-grin that would last until the next day, and the whole endeavor was a resounding success. The dates were suitably impressed, number one son's manhood remained intact, friends were envious, and the boys displayed chivalry by leaping to defend their dates' goose-bumped shoulders just in the nick of time, with a manly installing of the car's top. They couldn't have had a better evening if Chuck Norris had shown up and offered to teach them the tango.

Awesome for them.

But see, the problem here was this: I took the car to gas it up while my son was putting the finishing touches on his hair and tie.

I took. The car.

Not my car. The car.

Not the ginormoid I-bought-this-thing-because-I-can-get-the-kids-into-their-carseats-without-herniating-a disk-plus-look-at-all-the-bags-of-groceries-and-PTA-fliers-and-soccer-paraphernalia-and-neighborhood-kids-with-the-occasional-lost-bicycle-it-will-hold-minivan.

Nope. Not that.

I put my mom-self into a stinking Mustang Convertible, and was instantly transformed into a One-with-the-wind, Hair-blows-in-slow-motion, Beach-Boys-sing-in-the-background-every-time-I-start-driving, Teeth-gleam-and-strangely-attractive-laughter-spills-from-my-full-lips, Bond-girl-esque Chickie-Babe.

And I can't get enough of it.

I want this car.

I do not want my mini-van. That thing comes with popsicle stains on my T-shirt.

The cool car comes with Louboutins.

I want the cool car.


My son made me take the Mustang back today. Said it made me act weird. Whatever.

One thing for sure: I ain't returning the skinny-jeans and platform glitter-shoes I bought to go with it. And for Prom? Well, I just need to suddenly become best-friends with  a woman who owns a GTO.


About Janiel 433 Articles
I have managed to keep the same husband for nearly three decades, and the same four children for almost that long - although one or two of them say it has been much longer. I have been writing since I learned to hold a pencil, and trying to make people laugh even longer. I hope to do some good in the world before I go the way of it. And if not, I'd better at least get to visit Ireland.


  1. so true, so true! We had to rent 2 cars in Maui because it was cheaper than a 12 passenger MAV, to seat our family. One of them was a new convertible Mustang, and yes, it was as awesome as you say. We had the convertible down, with the warm, Hawaiian air blowing our hair all over the state, it was totally rad. I even let Adrian drive it one day. Well, he had swine flu anyway and shouldn’t be driving such a fun car when one is so sick.

  2. Oh Janiel. I caved to my 30+ year fantasy 3 1/2 years ago and bought a mustang convertible. I could tell you it is not all that it is cracked up to be… But that would be a lie. I highly recommend trading in the MAV and getting one. Or give the MAV to your hubby. Either way GET ONE! Hugs!

  3. Nuh UH! Laurie! You have a Mustang convertible?! THAT’S SO COOL!
    All right. I’m saving my pennies.

    Rob – you should bring your matchbox car out here when you visit and show it to me. 🙂

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