…none of the pictures I took felt right. The light was soft and even, the car’s got great proportions and lots of eye-catching details, but this ’67 Mustang felt like a completely overburdened symbol, like a cliche. Mustangs always sold on dream power, and the myth overshadowed the reality on this beautiful, restrained, vulgar blue car. I was entranced and I was repulsed. Hopefully soon I will be once more able to strip away the associated fantasies of these old Mustangs and go back to enjoying them as simple, cheap, gorgeous automobiles. Until then, this ’67 will remain disgustingly uncomfortably over-saturated.