For the longest time, my mom’s dream car was a Jaguar. Not any model in particular; she just wanted a Jaguar. Her first car was a black 1959 Rambler with a red interior that her parents bought used, the signature spare tire sitting on the back bumper. She has the same fond memories of her Rambler as I do of my Spanish Gold Metallic 1977 Dodge Aspen land yacht, except that hers was far more attractive.
A Jaguar or a Mini Cooper appealed to her most for many years, and she has also always loved the 1950s and 60s Corvette body styles. When my parents were first married, they had a 1966 Corvette in Milano Maroon and they had a few good years in it before I was born, sometimes carting my older cousin Patricia around in the tiny space between them.
Mom and Dad are big General Motors fans and have had a GM credit card that gives them credit toward a vehicle for many years now. As a result, they’ve had a steady stream of Oldsmobiles, Buicks, and Chevys for as long as I can remember. Even now, they have three GM cars: a 2009 Chevy HHR SS, a 2019 Buick Envision, and a 2014 Buick LaCrosse. The only non-American brand they have ever owned was a 1988 Honda Accord with a manual that my sister took to college and kept for quite a while.
When Mom came to visit me in Texas in June of 2019, I had a Cadillac CTS-V as a press loaner. The Cadillac is a beast and she loved not only the 640-horsepower 6.2-liter V8 but she giggled every time the automatic seat belt “hugged” her.
Since my husband and son were fishing in Colorado and my dad was home working, I took Mom on a three-hour drive up to Dallas to attend a Shelby American event. We had the option to pilot a new Super Snake for a quick jaunt up the feeder road and back around to the Ford dealership, or we could take a joyride with Shelby American president Gary Patterson. I figured riding shotgun would be the best way to really see what the Snake could do since Patterson is a longtime test and development driver for the company.
My instincts were good. Patterson told us to hold on and zoomed out of the parking lot like a rocket, swerving back and forth on the road to demonstrate the Super Snake’s nimble steering. My mom laughed in the back seat like a kid on a rollercoaster.
So now Mom is a Shelby fan. She didn’t forget about the Jaguar, and she still has a soft spot in her heart for Corvettes: my dad’s dream car is a brand-new C8. I got to drive the 2021 Mustang Shelby GT500 on the track a few weeks ago, and added it to my list, too: the supercharged V8 running 760 horses is unquestionably thrilling When I saw Gary Patterson at the event, I told him that we’re ready for another joyride, and he gave me a thumbs up. My mom is the same age as 75-year-old sometime-drag racer Carolyn Batteas, so maybe Mom will drive next time.
Happy Mother’s Day, moms. May your dream cars find you.
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