Agree with the folks saying Shooting Brake would be better and that this is going to do a LOT of harm to the Mustang brand among folks who think about V8s and Pony cars as unmolested by "new fangled bullshit."
I'm glad Ford is pushing electric forward, but there was no rational need to risk the brand identity of it's second most consistent vehicle after the F150.
The kind of person buying an electric SUV crossover does not give one shit about Pony cars.
WHO IS THIS BRANDING GOING TO WORK FOR?
I mean, spend two minutes on a Mustang forum and even dare mention that auto shifting is actually faster if you want to see what I mean. Even better, point out that electric powertrains have vastly more available torque than V8s. Or that a Tesla Model S D accelerates much faster than even a Roush or a high end Saleen.
Hell, people shat the bed when they made a four pot. That alone hurt the brand for a lot of diehards.
This is how to do it, if you had to, along with the cargo box on the previous page. Problem is that America traumatized itself with Detroit parts-bin "stationwagons" for thirty years, and the association with old people, moms, groceries and more importantly, slow, ungainly poorly engineered wobbly buckets of shit. Whereas in Europe and beyond, "Estate, Avant, Shooting Brake" etc bring up images of country gentlemen hunting grouse and probably being spies, of Audi Rs6's terrorizing the outback, and of Aston Martins screaming through icy woodlands.
Thank god Audi is bringing the RS 6 to America at last. My colleague put her name on the list. Those things are INSANE. A former work partner in NZ had an amazing RS6 Avant and blasted me around Wellington in it and I was practically stroking out from envy. Amazing comfort, sound, practicality and eye watering oomph. Being squished into those diamond stitched seats by acceleration while that engine burbles and howls around you is one of the best auditory experiences I've ever had. I like it better than air cooled Porsches or even V12s. Partly because those two also contain the sound of your bank account being depeleted by the mile.
