Off-track Excursion – 2013 Ford Mustang GT Take Two

Posted on 15. Jun, 2012 by in Auto News

You can read Jack Baruth extremely thorough track test of the 2013 Mustang V8 here.

All right stop, collaborate and listen:
The Mustang is back in a brand new edition,
Recaros, grab a Hold on Me –
The flow through the corners day and night
"Will it ever stop?" Yo, I think so,
It's got grabby pads and Brembo brakes.
To the extreme: a drag car that can handle,
Light 'em up, stage, then one idiot like candle wax.

Right, I think that all Vanilla Ice out of my system. Let us drive this damn thing.

It is brony week at TTAC and it looks good with for Ford Back Jaruth Jack Baruth Beardy McShinyshirt call the 'Stang, "the best, carefully implemented Ford product does."

Oh, makes Ford this thing? Well, this is strange: Why is there no dang Ford badge on it? I have a galloping horse forward, "5.0." On the sides and a big ol 'belt buckle from GT back, so the guy in the 3-series, knows that he does not at least get smoked by a V6

Welp, there is not no bow ties on a 'Vette. The Mustang is a brand all to itself, which is exactly why there is a clear sense of identity Sun This latest edition has obviously the blood of his ancestors sixties pounding in his veins, although I can not say I'm in love with the tweaked front end. It looks like Moose thinking about something sad.

This car is American, inside and out. Honestly, I love it. The materials are not plentiful – my God, no – the pebble dash is structured like the back of a vulcanized rhinocerous and why chrome-look plastic at all? Why? Matte black would do quite well.

The steering wheel is leather everywhere you do not touch it, and plastic at the 9 – and 3 – clock position. And the retro-style speedometer is useless with metric markings, but serves me right for living in an igloo.

Ignore everything. The Recaro seats are a perfect fit, the cabin is clean and simple and spartan, and it feels really well made. One has the feeling that the person is. (Well, robot, I suppose), which saw all the plastic bits bolted the car go the factory door with a satisfied nod Made in America, and that's a good thing.

I think I should mention something about the on-board Infotainment enter mation. The optional Shaker Pro system is incredibly loud and comes with an after-thought stem-mounted subwoofer, which looks like a desktop PC metastasis. If you play them at high volume by Motörhead, all vegans spontaneously combust within a five-mile radius. Fun!

But then the glorious V8 soundtrack is about half the reason to buy a GT over the V6 in the first place, why hide? Save your money for an aftermarket exhaust. Or just shut the window.

Overall, the interior of the Mustang is a bit like a pair of jeans. Not useless skinny jeans still saggy-quarter note baggy jeans or hyper-expensive-ass framing € denim. Straight jeans. The kind that you wear when you go to fix something or hammer nails into things are. "Getting-shit-done" pants.

Yeah, that's it. The interior of the Mustang feels like a place where you you. Shit. Done.

This is the ranch where my 420 horses. You want to run with 7500rpm. Pity that. Hauls the fuel cut on the reins at 7K

The Coyote loves rev. Point that big nose along the driveway, stomp on the gas and do not forget to move – there is no top-end dead zone you remember it. 1-2 on a roll-out in the city's giggle-inducing, 2-3-4, unwind and watch.

As a kind of wake sauerkraut sorbet to my palate pre-Stang, I spent a few days behind the wheel of a six-speed M3. Let me just have this: may be lower than the Boss Tremec option (shift in the opinion of my colleagues here) During the 'Stang Chinese-source 6-speed, it is better than the Bimmer. And I dare say that, as I the Mustang engine better.
And then there are the curves …

Who designed the Mustang traction control was either a genius or a red-neck or a redneck genius. Mishandle the 'Stang, yank the wheel and stomp on the go pedal and the back-end river dances around like Michael Flatley, pulling back just before it falls right off the stage.

Sure, you can disable it for the track, but on the street, there is less hand-slapping e-nannies and more Master P: shake dat ass – but watch yo'self! Stickier tires would not hurt though.

This car had the glass roof, the weight that should theoretically affect the handling assembled like a lead helmet high. That, and the soft-ish suspension could instead track addicts chasing the boss – or heading for the aftermarket. As a street car if you are too much fun to care.

There is a limitation. With all the talk of the muscle-car-turned-sports car, the Mustang is a great machine. With an upright seating position and long front end, it's like in a canoe (though a canoe with two Mercury outboard) compared to the "sit-in" kayak hip pivot point of feeling something like an MX-5. Not disturbing, but something about when you get used step from nothing easier than 3000 pounds.

And then there is the fuel that does not … well. If you have a commute, and you're on the fence about the V6, be aware that you will not get any surprises from the V8.

But I pay for my own gas when I'm evaluating a car, and I do not begrudge a single drop of the V8. Sure, it was a pretty thorough job of petrochemical processing in noise and chatter, but I expected it.

There are basically only two types of cars in the world. There are those that you live in to climb after a long day work and suddenly you find yourself halfway home on autopilot, the Talking Heads "Once in a Lifetime".

Then there are those cars that just slouch the working and speed up your step as you go about looking for them in the blank. You have put in extra hours to make the large payment and the Nine-to-Fivers are already gone for the day.

Rush hour has slowed, the streets are quiet and you stop before you crank the starter to mute the radio and put both windows. The coyote bark, hollow echo bouncing off the concrete. The food is in the refrigerator, children already in bed – no need to go home immediately.

Yo. Word to your mother.

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