....just call me underwhelmed & an official member of the "Oh gee, look ANOTHER Mustang" club.
Sorry, Silver, but I can't throw a blade of grass around here without hitting another Mustang. Old ones, new ones, striped ones, rusty ones, one's in farmer's field with blades of grass growing between the bumpers and each & every owner of one thinks they are the fastest things on the face of the planet.
And yes, I've owned 2: a '65 & a '66. The 65 rusted out so badly under the driver's floor I could stick my foot out of it & use it as an auxiliary brake, if needed. The '66 got whacked by a Buick driving through a red light when I still lived in Beertown.
So, when I see a Mustang (& I frankly don't care if it can go 0-60 in 2.0 seconds) I just yawn & continue doing whatever the heck I'm doing.