If I were asked to assemble a list of my top five reasons for loving my Mustang, it would run thus:

1) The noise - it sounds like an iron radiator being pulled through a rutting elk.

2) The looks - utterly and completely heroic, nothing else will do.

3) The performance - yes, it slithers about a bit and has suspension from a horse-drawn cart, but it's surprisingly nimble and, now that I've fitted it with the proper-sized carb, it's rediscovered all the horses that had escaped over the previous four decades and goes like the clappers.

4) The interior - it's basic and rattly, but there's a simple glamour to it that rocks my soul.

You will have noted, I don't doubt, that I've only mentioned four of my top five. Cont. . . . . .