Full disclosure: I grew up in a Mustang world. I was brought home from the hospital in a Boss 302. My first three cars were Mustangs (an ’89, a ’91 and a 2004) that I obsessively customized (chrome rims, subwoofer, metallic sonic blue paint—I turned 16 when Pimp My Ride was dominating MTV, okay?).
I loved the zippiness of the car, but—like my mother before me—found myself trading in the sporty two-door for a practical SUV once my family expanded. I needed a more substantial backseat and more room overall. So, when I first spotted a Mach-E at my daughter’s daycare, I thought someone had slapped a Mustang emblem on the back of their crossover. A little research later, and I was very intrigued. Ford had expanded the Mustang brand to an electric, compact crossover car. It had four doors—and a legitimate backseat—along with both a trunk and frunk, since there’s no gas engine under the hood.
Could this crossover handle my family of four and our piles of stuff we haul to school, Girl Scouts, ballet and everywhere in between? For one week, I drove the car nonstop, from everyday errands to two-hour road trips, to see how it’d fare.
Spoiler: I fear my Kia’s days are numbered.









