There is much to be said about the people who drive Mustangs, those in Europe think they are uncivilized jackhammers driven by the kind of people who think Caviar is a kind of shoe. But this however simply is not the case. We are not a bunch of the un-educated fools but rather the enlightened. Let me explain, the Mustang is perhaps not only the most iconic car of all time, it might actually be the best. For one simple reason, they make you smile. No matter what year, or engine type they will make you smile. I own a 2011 GT 5.0 and i LOVE it, not just because it was my first car, not because it looks like something Steve McQueen would drive, but because it makes you feel young. When you get in and turn the key and hear that nasty V8 Snarl to life it makes you smile. The car solicits memories that people have. I remember as a child working on replacing failing bits on my Dad's 1968 Mustang which was his first car that he kept for near as makes no difference 40 years, helping out with anything i could to help fix it. Replacing the master cylinder, temp gauge, hoses and belts etc. That is a history i have with these cars. I even learned to drive a stick in that car, going out on Sundays in the neighborhood, and looking at the people who were walking, they would smile at the sight of it, and i got quite a few thumbs up. Those memories linger when i get into my car, and i am sure many of you also have similar memories of Mustangs, a neighbor may have had one, or it may have been the muscle car you wanted as a child. The point here is they are the embodiment of what it means to be young. They nag you on to push your right foot just a bit further down, they want you to smile when you nail it at a red light and smoke the Camaro next to you. Now is the car perfect? NO! far from it, the rear axle is a pain, the heavy nose drags the car through corners, it is not very comfortable, and it makes a lot of noise. If you are the kind of person who is obsessed with lap times and G-forces, you wont like one. I am not that kind of person, i could care less about lap times, i like to smile every morning.