Mustang Sneak Peek

To Ford Motor Company,

I have been in the dry-cleaning business since 1982. Over the years I have developed a large residential pick up and delivery service. We go out four days a week to the surrounding communities, and pick up and deliver customers clothing. This service has become the corner stone of my business. I have owned a 1990 E150 window van, and most recently a 1997 E150 cargo van. Both vans were used for this service. When my 1997 van approached 200,000 miles, I started to contemplate my next delivery vehicle. My two Ford vans were dependable and spacious, but may have been ove

Getting a nation back on the road to prosperity is hard work. Rebuilding and repairing a battered infrastructure takes the right tools. As much as we like small cars, there are some jobs they just can’t do. Sometimes, you need a super capable, super tough truck to ‘getter done.” Sometimes you need a Super Duty.

I thought I\'d share my story, since I am an owner of three Ford cars currently. I bought my first Ford, a 1969 Mercury Cougar, in the summer of 1985 when I was 16. I still own it. I saved up for 5 months working at $3.35 an hour to buy the Cougar. That lasted me through high school and college, after which I lapsed and drove a 1986 Celica for 7 years.

In 2000, I bought a nice used 1997 Ford Thunderbird, which I still own and drive. It has almost 200,000 miles on it now and is still driving very well. In 2008, I decided to get another car, a new Mustang Pony Package, Vista Blue. It

When my husband and I met three years ago at our church, we immediately connected over our shared love of all things Mustang. At the time we were both driving old Ford Crown Vics, but both of us were saving to buy our very own Mustang. From that moment on, our relationship revolved around the cars—our growing collection of Mustang memorabilia (250+ pieces so far!), vacations to Auto Shows displaying our favorite Mustangs, and even the bright red 2002 Mustang Ronnie bought me when I graduated Medical Assistant School last year.

Naturally, when Ronnie and I decided to get married, both of