I assume all of us have that time when we drive our cars and the feeling sinks in about why we bought it and why we love to drive it. On Mother's Day, my wife and I enjoyed a day trip and we took my DD Ford Escape. Granted, I really like the little ute with its spunky 2.0 turbo, comfy driver seat and lots of convenient toys, but the following morning I took the GP for my back-to-work commute.
Out on the highway, the seating position of the GP just feels more natural. I don't know why so many new cars position the steering wheel so far away, as if we have the arms of an ape to reach. The GP lets me rest my arm on the door and easily hold the wheel in a very relaxed way. The GP also boasts superior legroom, but even more important, my knees are up against nothing...again, relaxed and comfortable.
The new head unit I added gives me music and phone connection at a touch, while the car didn't come with that it doesn't matter because it was an easy upgrade. I don't see that as an old vs new factor since many cars made just 5 years ago didn't have all those things.
But more than comfort is the experience as a whole. Highway cruising with a subtle but noticeable exhaust note and the feel of responsive power on tap make for a pleasing experience. Maybe its a throwback to the GP I owned before, maybe its a thread connection with my old Trans Am, or maybe its simply because the GP is just that good. I'm still amazed how many I see roaming the pavement. Some nice, but most in aged running condition. Not pretty but still getting the job done.
I love having those moments when you remind yourself how lucky you were to find this car, how glad you still are that you bought it and how much you enjoy the transformation going on under your own hands. Some of us shoot for original restoration, some go for balls-out power and speed, while others hunt for that just right compromise that puts a smile on your face.
My black 2001 GP was a beautiful machine that drew stares everywhere I drove it. I hope someday I'll be able to make Gypsy a showstopper to surpass her predecessor. Then I'll happily hang a photo of her on my den wall next to the "Thunderbat."
Long live the W-body, easily one of the most underrated machines in automotive history.