So I bought a V6 Mustang convertible and I love it. It’s a bone-stock base model with one exception: the previous owner put a Roush axle-back exhaust on it. In general this is loads of rip-snorting fun and works wonders if you like to feel like you’re 18 instead of oh, say, 47.

But there’s a catch. Between 1500 and 2000 rpm (that’s between 60 and 80 in top gear) it produces a deafening drone/resonance that gets inside my skull and has me avoiding interstates. Avoiding interstates is not good, especially in a car that makes an on-ramp feel like a block party.

So I caved. I found a pair of take-off GT mufflers on Craigslist for 25 bucks. A local shop is adapting the inlets to the V6 pipes (2.5 inches to 2.25 inches) for me tomorrow. Hopefully they’ll sound a little meatier than the stock V6 mufflers, but I still feel like a wuss.

Driving home today, I made some kind of comment to my wife about taking my baby to be neutered tomorrow. Her response was actually kinda clever: “I would say it’s more like having the implants removed.”

Smartass.