Br725
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- 2015 Mustang Gt Prem/PP/ruby red/premier int.
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So I spent the last two hours taking the exhaust and cold air intake and weather tech mats out of my 2015 Ruby red mustang GT premium Scarlett. I didn't do a ton of mods or anything to her, but she was my reward for my injuries in Afghanistan (OEF9-10). She was bought when my VA disability claim went through, claims for things that physically cannot heal, and some mentally.
I bought the car to pay a small amount of homage (I could never pay enough without losing life) and respect to people I loved and lost, and people I saw that had loved ones somewhere lose their lives, physical, and mental health. It was my attempt to pay a small amount of tribute to the many missed birthdays and anniversaries, the missed births, the marriages ravaged by separation and change a loved one at home could almost never understand. I felt like I was trying to bring a little fun and joy (in my mind) out of every full throttle dash, every sharp corner, or every rev of the engine at a red light, to the ones who can no longer enjoy these simple little pleasures. And to all the Ford haters, every time I stalled the car, hit a turn wrong, took off like a jackass, or even the octane 87 I know the cheap ass salesmen put in the car when I drove her away with 14 miles on her, those were all for those who can't in person to laugh at me over.
I could not do the quality issues I had with my Mustang. I was too emotionally vested in the car from day one to be able to own her after she'd been taken apart to fix body panel alignment issues, and them still not be fixed, doors, hood, trunk, front and back bumpers. I couldn't own her knowing the dash needed replaced because of loose and badly bubbling leather. I couldn't keep it and not be bothered crazy over the loose loose leather on both seats. To me it felt like a dishonor. Like a scuff on a case holdingsomeone's burial flag.
It was too much. I tried so hard to let Ford do right, many times, but they failed to do so. Corporate let me down. I'm not saying they spit at dead soldiers of course, but to me they deeply dropped what I expected of my Mustang. I didn't expect perfection, or no glitches. But I did expect my warranty sheet to not be peppered with issues at 700 miles.
I know these are all first world problems, and that I'm being melodramatic, but that's what the Mustang was supposed to be for me. I'm trading her tomorrow for a truck. Same deep red color. That's the least I could do.
I won't be on here much longer, just long enough to sell my aftermarket parts (ARH cat back, Livernois CAI, weathertechs, and Steeda hood struts.
I hope you guys all keep enjoying your badass gorgeous cars. Maybe chirp your tires for your countries flag next time you ride past.
(If someone would be able and nice enough to, I'd love a custom pic of a smoky burnout in front of the U.S. Flag.) can't pay for it but you'd have my gratitude.
Have fun fellas!
I bought the car to pay a small amount of homage (I could never pay enough without losing life) and respect to people I loved and lost, and people I saw that had loved ones somewhere lose their lives, physical, and mental health. It was my attempt to pay a small amount of tribute to the many missed birthdays and anniversaries, the missed births, the marriages ravaged by separation and change a loved one at home could almost never understand. I felt like I was trying to bring a little fun and joy (in my mind) out of every full throttle dash, every sharp corner, or every rev of the engine at a red light, to the ones who can no longer enjoy these simple little pleasures. And to all the Ford haters, every time I stalled the car, hit a turn wrong, took off like a jackass, or even the octane 87 I know the cheap ass salesmen put in the car when I drove her away with 14 miles on her, those were all for those who can't in person to laugh at me over.
I could not do the quality issues I had with my Mustang. I was too emotionally vested in the car from day one to be able to own her after she'd been taken apart to fix body panel alignment issues, and them still not be fixed, doors, hood, trunk, front and back bumpers. I couldn't own her knowing the dash needed replaced because of loose and badly bubbling leather. I couldn't keep it and not be bothered crazy over the loose loose leather on both seats. To me it felt like a dishonor. Like a scuff on a case holdingsomeone's burial flag.
It was too much. I tried so hard to let Ford do right, many times, but they failed to do so. Corporate let me down. I'm not saying they spit at dead soldiers of course, but to me they deeply dropped what I expected of my Mustang. I didn't expect perfection, or no glitches. But I did expect my warranty sheet to not be peppered with issues at 700 miles.
I know these are all first world problems, and that I'm being melodramatic, but that's what the Mustang was supposed to be for me. I'm trading her tomorrow for a truck. Same deep red color. That's the least I could do.
I won't be on here much longer, just long enough to sell my aftermarket parts (ARH cat back, Livernois CAI, weathertechs, and Steeda hood struts.
I hope you guys all keep enjoying your badass gorgeous cars. Maybe chirp your tires for your countries flag next time you ride past.
(If someone would be able and nice enough to, I'd love a custom pic of a smoky burnout in front of the U.S. Flag.) can't pay for it but you'd have my gratitude.
Have fun fellas!
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