Over the holidays I took a trip back to the homeland to hang with my family for a few days. I flew in to Albuquerque then rented a car for my trip north into the mountains.
I reserved an economy car, of course, in the cheapest price tier available. Certainly no need for anything more.
The flights went well and I was on the ground in Albuquerque at the appointed time. I made my way to the car rental place, where a man named Mario helped me out. He asked me where I was heading. When I told him I was heading to Los Alamos he said, “It’s snowy up there! Snowed yesterday, gonna snow again tonight!”
“I grew up there,” I said. “I’ve driven in the snow before.”
“All right,” Mario said. He tapped some keys. “I’m going to be putting you into a Mustang tonight.”
Because there’s nothing like a muscle car for slick conditions. “You don’t have anything with front wheel drive?” I asked.
Mario tapped the keys for a while, but I’m not sure why he bothered, since they didn’t have any other cars except giant (and expensive) trucks. Mario muttered quietly to himself as he scanned the inventory, “Muscle car… muscle car… muscle car…”
“Normally I’d love the chance to play with a muscle car,” I said, “But as you said, things might be slick up there.”
He kept pretending to look for a different answer, but there was none.
I’ve kept an Alpha Romeo on the road during snowstorms up there; a Mustang shouldn’t be that bad as long as I’m light on the gas. “OK,” I said, “Put me in a Mustang.”
A few more key-presses later, and Mario handed me the fob-without-a-key for the car I would be driving for the next few days. Not just any Mustang, but a Mustang GT with the five-liter V-8. Because when you’re in slick conditions, what you really need is more power.
I will leave my impressions of the car for another day, except to say that it was my first time driving a car with a touch screen or one that had a backup camera. I liked the latter much more than the former.
While in the Atomic City, I met with old friends. One chilly afternoon I pulled up at Bill’s mom’s house and saw another Mustang on the street.
Yep, that was John, with his rental from the same company.