This was the car that Dodge aimed the Hellcat twins at. This is the car that the Camaro Z/28 was designed to screw with at any track day, anywhere, any time. With 662 horsepower on tap, a live rear axle that was always derided as old-school tech and outdated, enough blower whine to make you think the world was coming to an end and the most pissed-off face the S197 Mustang could pull off, the Shelby GT500 was a target worth taking aim at. Oh, we almost forgot: 202 mile an hour top speed. Remember when you needed to be sleeping with a Ferrari executive’s daughter or have several million dollars of disposable income to get that figure out of a street car? Yeah…in a Mustang that you could go and buy for a five-digit price tag. Anyone could talk all of the crap they wanted, but they had better be ready for a solid all-American ass kicking if they actually gave it a shot. This is the Mustang that was bought by guys who remembered how fast their 1988 5.0 GT was, who promptly scared the shit out of themselves the first time they pinned the throttle and a combination of war drums and banshee screams turned fuel into noise and their pants into a fetid mess.
But this is Regular Car Reviews. You know, the YouTube show that has featured such fine cars as the 1989 Chrysler New Yorker, the Saturn SC2 and the Nissan Hardbody pickup truck. Pardon the bluntness, but what in the absolute **** were they doing in a Shelby Mustang? How is this a regular car in any sense of the word? This was a weapon new and is still nothing to screw with three years later, and it’s not like when they drove a Ferrari. If someone tossed you the keys to a 360 Modena and told you to take it for a spin, you would, wouldn’t you?
In my economically-depressed hellscape of an area of CNY, I see enough of these that I have stopped paying attention to them. Counts as regular to me, in that regard.
The owner is a police officer as noted by the license plate and his badge and gun you can see when he opens the hood. Good thing one needs immunity when driving one of these ticket magnets.
What a stupid format for a review, could only take this nerds voice for a minute or so.