Complaints? As enamored as I am with the outside, I don't think the Mustang interior wears very well. While it's the very model of retro specificity -- with the deep-dish gauges inside chrome bezels and textured aluminum all over the dash -- the plastic and rubbery bits look and feel pretty cheap. Maybe not a problem in a $20,000 Mustang, but in the $30,000 convertible, it all feels like a lost opportunity for a premium experience.
Small stuff. This is a terrific car, worthy of the beer blessings of Mustang club enthusiasts from L.A. to Latrobe (please don't drink and drive). The Mustang convertible means that, for now, and in at least one part of gloomy Detroit, the sun is shining.