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Ford Mustang Mach R-
The Ford Mustang. The most iconic of pony cars. Also renown for being crap at corners. Like all muscle cars, it always had a feeling that the steering wasn’t connected to the car, which wasn’t connected to the tyres, which were so thick you didn’t know if they were connected to the road at all. It also weighed more than the moon, was as long as the channel tunnel and as wide as the Pacific Ocean. In fact, it wasn’t much good at anything other than going in a straight line, barking, and being used as a posers’ pouch.
Not this one though. You see, it’s been breathed on by the tuning masters at RKM with one goal in mind. To school the Viper ACR around Laguna Seca. Which it did. So what we have here is a muscle car which not only
didn’t crash at the infamous Corkscrew, but got around quicker than one of the best cars America has to offer. Obviously, I have (Italics) to give it a go.
The test track? Rome city circuit. In reverse. Why? Because it's not used enough, the track is tight enough to test the pony's reflexes but it's also flowing and gentle enough to not break the big brute's hip.
So…let’s see what’s what with this stereotype-breaking Mustang. Well, there’s a lot of power oversteer which is to be expected, but what’s the amazing about this is that it knows what ‘grip’ is. The power still overwhelms the tyres, but it can be made to stick. You just need to tread very, very carefully. Which is always going to be a trouble for someone who controls the throttle with his middle finger. Still, it does cope with its immense 700+lb-ft of torque very well, even with my less-than-impressive throttle modulation. One thing, don’t take a corner without any power on. It’ll understeer like a 600hp SRT4. It’s a very, very fine balance between understeer, grip and oversteer.
Typical cornering style in a Mustang. Big smoke. Bigger grin.
Things aren’t really helped by the brakes, which are like tissue paper. The only way you’ll slow down quickly enough for a corner is to brake very early. Of course, you can get around this issue by trail braking, but that isn’t really recommended as with 1400+kg to control, having the back break out while crabbing in a just-about-controllable manner towards a corner isn’t really what you want.
Don’t get me wrong though, I’m not having a downer on this car. In fact, those things are what makes it so…charming and fun. You have to learn how what the limits are, how much power to use at any given time, how to get it to corner properly, when should you floor it. Most muscle cars either drive like a lorry, but this is the exception. This is the only classic muscle car I’ve driven which handles even slightly like something from Europe. It’s no Lotus Elise, but it’s really does handle very well for something that’s as big and imposing as a battleship. It’s composed and relatively easy to handle in the corners though it’s still a bit of a lardy truck sometimes. Also has its fair share of under and oversteer, but most of both can be removed with someone better behind the wheel/controller. But just driving it, just the sheer simplicity of having some feel in the steering, it makes up for the tricky handling. Actually, scratch that. By tricky, I meant fun. Proper, old school, hooligan fun. Hooligan fun and US muscle cars normally don't really mix. But I can assure you, this is an exception. I can’t even begin to tell you how much of a difference this is compared to all the other FR muscle crap that’s come from the US. This is not a car for cruising and posing in Casino Square. This is a car for getting you there as quickly and in the most exciting way possible. This is a proper, damn good sports car.
In fact, my only slight issue with it is the gearing. The downshifting, in particular. Now, I know the gears are long to make the most of that massive engine, but it takes so long to get the engine to a point where you can downshift without it smacking the rev limiter and locking the engine. I don’t know if that can be solved by some adjustments to the gears (nor do I know if RJ is going to even bother with it, to be honest), but just having to listen to that big V8 banging away at the redline continuously is a pain.
The Mustang has been the most long lived of muscle cars, and over the years, it’s been getting softer and softer until it’s ended up as a big comfy armchair for fat people to show off in. Not this one though. This is still a wild stallion at heart. This is what the Mustang
should have always been like. This, this is the true spirit of a muscle car. Big Power. Big Slides. Big Fun. Bigger Laughs.