This is how it is, to own the car you've always wanted.
You get out before breakfast to look at it again, and you inspect it, not for flaws,
but inspect it with your hands for the curved strength of its steel and the grace of its
body.
You take pleasure in its fine points, the smell of new upholstery, the honesty of its
comfort, the feel of an easy-riding seat that holds you like your favorite chair, the infinite
detail, down even to the rich nap beneath your feet.
You pride yourself on its extras, too, the sunroof, a wonderful new way of giving a hard
cop the character of a convertible, the power accessories, the perfectionist in you likes
them all.
Then you turn it on, nudge the 350 horsepower special Thunderbird V8, and you're living.
It's that simple.
This is how it is in a car that likes to chart its own road.
You'd be hard pressed to find its peer in handling or in cornering.
You rediscover it every day, and it's a thing you can share.
You watch a new Thunderbird convertible do its stuff, fully automatic, and she never
left her seat.
It's all part of owning the 1960 Ford Thunderbird, all part of owning the world's most wanted
car.
This is how it can be for you.