Detroit to New York in the Ford GT: This is perhaps the prototypical “dream assignment” for a writer:
The people at Ford Motor Co. asked me to do them a little favor. They needed someone to drive a Ford GT — America’s Ferrari, the Motown Millenium Falcon — from the company’s Detroit-area headquarters to New York City.
I love that — “Motown Millenium Falcon.” The local Ford dealer was able to secure one of these for the big auto show here in town this year. I stood next to it, and it came up to about waist high on me (I’m 6’4”). They popped the engine cover, and you could see where the car was essentially a big, thick frame with stuff hung on it. I imagine you could pull the body and interior off it and run it with just the frame.
Sadly the writer runs into a problem pretty quickly:
Practicality is a sore spot, even allowing for the car’s “speed-is-everything” nature. There’s no trunk, not even a glove box. There’s just a space under the hood that, on my trip, barely managed a toiletry kit. Tiny cargo nets behind the seat will hold your stack of speeding tickets, but not much else.
Here’s a hint: dig through your luggage and extract some clean underwear. That’s all you’re gonna need.