I grew up around cars. I’ve seen a lot and sat in a lot, but sadly I haven’t driven nearly as many as I might like. Apparently people don’t like letting really young kids take their expensive cars out for a spin with absolutely no intent to buy. Who knew?
So while I’ve read all about “American muscle” and the legendary pedigree of big-engined track cars, I’ve never experienced exactly what it feels like to drop the clutch on one of these American beauties. Until this week.
Before handing over the key to the Mustang, Henry Day’s Jason gave me a bit of a pep talk. “In this car, you’re going to have an inclination to go fast. Please refrain.” He was right. And I did.
The power of the Mustang starts the second you turn the key. That sound, noted in a previous post, is enough to bring a grown man to tears of pure joy. It’s that good. The car rumbles beneath you and immediately lets you know what its capable of. Upon engaging the gear box, the car just wants to go. There’s no other way to explain it. Even in first gear, the car just jumps at the slightest pressure on the accelerator. Around 5,000 RPM’s, the car stops being nice and throws you straight into the back of your seat; the kind of thrown that makes your heart drop to the bottom of your rib cage and nearly suck all the blood straight out of your head. It’s exhilarating, to say the least.
Speed is what the car was built for. The in-dash computer even features a series of “Track Apps,” each with a big red warning “For Track Use Only.” I don’t know as much about them as I might like.
Now after about 3rd gear, I can’t tell you much. I wish I could, but I like my job and really respect the guys over at Henry Day Ford. So we’ll have to wait until this blog has a bajillion readers and I can afford to go buy one for myself. We’ll leave discussion of top speed and high-speed handling for a time when I have my own car to test them on.
For now, rest assured that you’ll never have as much fun on a freeway onramp than you will in a 5.0L Mustang.