Ford Shelby GT 2007 - First Drive.

The best Mustang? Perhaps. But paying $10,530 more than for a stock Mustang GT seems all wrong for $2700 worth of bolt-on parts.


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TV Muscle Cars We Love.

Kitt, the well-spoken 1982 Trans Am driven in the TV show Knight Rider, is on sale at a California auto dealership for $149,995, arousing interest from who knows what kind of buyer. In 2006, Kid Rock bought one of the remaining "General Lee" Dodge Chargers used in The Dukes of Hazzard, so we figure maybe Tommy Lee should buy Kitt.




Lee would probably be reckless enough to race Rock for fun, and it might help settle who Pamela Anderson belongs to once and for all. But more importantly, it would help determine whether the General Lee or Kitt deserves the title "Best TV Muscle Car."

The General Lee had supernatural suspension and a preternatural feel for off-road rally driving, while Kitt had flame-throwers, could run 483 mph. . . oh, and he could talk!

But just in case you feel they're not worthy contenders for title - maybe you're a fan of Roger Moore's Volvo from The Saint, or Adam West's old school Batmobile, or Herbie the Love Bug - we considered only two other possibilities, namely:

# Zebra 3, the chromed-out, rear-wheel drive two-door red-and-white Ford Gran Torino in Starsky & Hutch. Bay City rollin' never looked so good.

# Tom Selleck's drop-top red Ferrari 308 GTS in Magnum P.I. - never did the words "beauty and the beast" sit so well together.

Note: An honorable mention goes out to the souped-up black and gray 1983 GMC G-Series van from The A-Team. It was like "The Mystery Machine" from Scooby Doo, only it was real, it was black, and it had wings and gun racks (and a much cooler crew of passengers. Except The Face. He was lame.).

Classic American Muscle Cars

**VIDEO** DVD Review: Jeremy Clarkson's The Good, The Bad & The Ugly
By Amrita Rajan.

The Good, the Bad & the Ugly (2006):

Jeremy Clarkson hates America. He hates the junk they call food, the stuff in "Styrofoam buckets" that "passes for coffee", the blindingly shiny perfect teeth, and he finds the natives rather thick - both in the head and around the middle. But what he hates the most about America is what it drives.

Their cars are cheaper and have a bit of power, he notes, but that's because they're under-engineered rubbish, made out of "melted down action men". Worse, if the Americans actually manage to stumble upon a proper bit of (European) car-making, like say a Mercedes SLR McLaren, they ruin it - cut to a shot of a fugly SLR tricked out with broad red panels. It's properly hideous.



But then a funny thing happened. He drove a Corvette C6 and actually liked it. American automakers, it seems, have discovered materials like carbon fiber and devised a method to steer around a corner. Could it be that he was all wrong or is the C6 a fluke? There was only one way to find out - bite the bullet and make the hop over the Atlantic. Jeremy Clarkson: The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly is the result.

Corvette C6
It starts out in a style familiar to Top Gear fans around the world - Clarkson ranting on in his inimitable style as the camera pans to take in some stylish shots of America's Wild West. Well, sort of - it's really just California, except for a couple of visits to Las Vegas, but that's close enough for a Brit, what with the ominous rattlesnakes and scuttling scorpions, not to mention people who think Asia is a country in Europe and Scotland is next to Austria.

As an added bonus, he's brought The Stig over despite rumors that "his head would explode if he left the shores of England". As I find myself mourning The Black Stig at odd moments, I am appalled that they would chance The White Stig thus, but he seems to be in fine helmeted form, so that's all right.

First up, the Corvette Z06 - he races it along a track in Death Valley and rather likes it. He thinks it compares favorably to Ferrari's products and for one-third the price, he ups his 'like' to 'fantastic'. If you think this seems a little too good to be true, you're right. He takes it out on the road and everything falls apart. The tyres are too loud, the gearbox feels like it "belongs on a plow" and the radio is useless... "In many ways then, this car is rather like herpes: great fun catching it, but not so much fun to live with every day."

It's also a gas guzzler, which sets up our next car very nicely: the Toyota Prius. Oh, dear. This is going to get ugly real fast, isn't it? He begins by pooh-poohing the vaunted fuel efficiency and admits that he loathes the look of it. "What about speed?" he asks a bit rhetorically. "Nope, it hasn't got any."

All of this introduces us to "Billy Bob", who thinks "Deliverance is a documentary and his top three loves are, in reverse order, his cousin, his collection of guns and, at number one, his pickup truck." Could there be anyone more American? Billy Bob sprays some spittle and then brings out his gun collection (which includes what looks like an anti-aircraft machine gun) and blows the Prius to smithereens. Thanks, Billy Bob.



That settled, we go to a car that Clarkson likes much better - the Ford Mustang. A true piece of Americana that gets beaten by a real, live mustang in a race. Seriously, horse: 38 seconds; car: 40 seconds. "Yes, I've seen faster cows than this!" he yells.

Roush Mustang
Mustang fans should wait before putting on their KKK outfits and setting out in search of a good ol' lynching however, because that was just the set up. The Mustang by itself might be a good looking piece of garbage, he says, but the idea is to build up the basic model into something "brilliant" and "fantastic" (even if still unable to negotiate a corner). He offers two examples - the Roush Mustang and the Shelby Mustang. Souped up racing versions of the original, it's the Roush that wins him over, mainly because they actually re-engineered the car rather than jazzing it up on the surface like Shelby.

So of course, he sets up it up against the Lotus Exige S. In a race between the "American Eagle" and the "British Mosquito", the "plastic toaster from Norfolk" wins because ... it can steer around the corners. Can you see a theme here?

Well, okay, but what happens if you pit an Escalade against a Hummer H2 on a race up a steep mountain? The answer is that you're likely to win - as long as you're in a Range Rover. He steers with his feet on the steepest part of the mountain, stops to pick up litter, gets briefly lost, chats with his producers and still makes it to the top first. Clarkson can't contain his giggles as he examines the Escalade and H2 sitting stuck halfway up the slope. "Rotten bit of luck for them."

He's so taken aback by the sheer crumminess of the Escalade in partcular, which literally disintegrated during the challenge, that he sets up a fishtank test between a Lincoln Town Car and a Jaguar XJ6, a car he describes as one made by a bunch of "Communists in the Midlands", so badly made is it. The quest here is to see which shoddily made car can retain the most liquid if you drilled a hole on top and filled it full of water. The Lincoln refuses the contest point-blank - everything leaks out faster than they can put it in.

So, "America is losing everything", and even the heart of Jeremy Clarkson is wrung. He decides to hand them a break: "Let's look at straight line speed." The candidate is a Chrysler 300C SRT8. "It's a modern, road burning muscle car," he notes. Alas, none of its muscle kept it from keening over in front of a... BMW M5?

Hell, the Americans can't even get the sound of the engine right. The Europeans don't just make racing sounds - they have a bloody symphony going. Picture Jeremy 'Petrolhead' Clarkson in ecstasy, strumming an imaginary engine as a random European car races around a track.

Whatever. Now comes the most expensive sports car America has ever made - the Cadillac XLR-V. It's stunning looking, fast and powerful. It's also "fairly sophisticated" and a bit of a bargain compared to similar models put out by the likes of Mercedes Benz. "On paper it looks amazing... and it is. Amazingly awful." He hates everything about it, even the European stuff they put on it. Now that is bad. "It is foul," Clarkson corrects, because he must always have the last word.

He's so depressed, he has to cheer himself up by tearing a 1994 Buick Park Avenue ("I would rather go on a bus than drive a car like this") apart with a pair of giant secateurs wielded by a seemingly bovine American and his friends. They slowly and methodically chew their way through some indistinguishable food just as the machine chews up the Buick. And no, I didn't mind that anvil dropping on my head. Not at all.

But all this is merely leading up to the ultimate horror - pickup trucks. "It's a Dodge Ram and it looks good - if you're nine." It's not even a car, as classified by the American government, he says, and has apparently achieved about the same level of engineering as an early 19th century covered wagon. But that's all right, he tells us, because when the time comes for you to marry your sister you can just load a leaf blower, a cement mixer and a barbecue set in the back and you'll be set. "What?" he drawls. "She's awful purty and comes from good stock." Oh, shut up.

Then there is a brief cameo by a Harley Davidson that he blows up. I didn't exactly get why, except he now gets to smirk, "Now that is what I call a hog roast."



Dodge Viper
But really, who cares about a bike going boom when the Dodge Viper is up next? Despite all the warnings by various governmental agencies warning him that to get in the Viper and drive is to die (literally), he jumps in anyway. And nearly dies. "A big red V10 axe murderer," he calls it, spinning crazily out of control. "I do like it though," he says, his eyes alight with that manic gleam that shines from them whenever he's having fun. Alas, he doesn't love it enough to not compare it to the BMW Z4, which he describes as a "bit rubbish". I might not know much about cars, but I do know an insult when I see one.

But wait! What's this? It's a Ford GT. Of course, it's about as American as "America's national anthem, which was written by a Brit", what with all the Europeans that worked on it. But like the American Navy, he says, which was also engineered by a Brit before the Americans finessed it, the GTX1 is much more American in character and a complete dream.



Ford GTX1
Look! It makes lovely sounds, goes really fast, isn't as expensive as its European counterparts and... are you ready? Steers around corners! Yes! He loves it so much he actually bought it.

Now, lest you think this is a documentary by a sniffy Brit about how much America sucks, let me hasten to tell you that you're only half right. Sniffy Brit he might be, but Clarkson seems genuinely baffled about the quality of American cars. After all, he points out, Americans make the fastest airplane in the world (the Blackbird SR-71), put the first man on the moon, and engineered a city that never runs out of water in the middle of a desert (Las Vegas). Clearly, this is a country that can do better.

Clarkson being Clarkson, he obviously has a couple of theories to offer, chief amongst them his hypothesis that Americans don't build their cars to last because they're a society used to the disposable. As his pet example is the '94 Buick, I found it a little hard to argue but you might have better luck.

As a person who knows nothing about cars and couldn't care less about any of the models featured, I enjoyed myself watching this. There was a point wherein I found myself getting a little tired of watching all the American cars get humiliated by all the failed cars of Europe, but then Clarkson would snark another comment, finding a new way to drive home his already obvious point and I would forget my irritation. Of course, it also helps that I'm not an American and am more or less inured to his ways as a loyal Top Gear fan.

Like all of Jeremy Clarkson's various efforts, The Good, The Bad & The Ugly is enormous fun. If you're a sensitive soul, however, you'd be well advised to leave this film alone because he still remains the unchallenged "hero of political incorrectness".

A Classic Car Extravaganza!

CRYSTAL COVE, Calif. -- The sun is a soft glow on the still-slumbering Pacific at dawn, before the ocean awakes with yawning waves, and the seaside shops blink open their shutters.

But nearby is the sound and smell of serious horsepower. Engines are roaring as Lamborghinis, rare Porsche speedsters and lime-green Vipers roll almost regally into the lot of a strip mall perched high above the sea. The surfers may still be sleeping, but the car nuts are most definitely awake.

Every Saturday morning, and we do mean morning -- not even the local Starbucks is open -- hundreds of exotic-car owners and admirers from across southern California gather to gawk, preen and convene in a loosely organized exotic and classic-car extravaganza known simply by its location: Crystal Cove.

Row after row of hand-built kit cars, super cars and every kind of impracticality on wheels, sit alongside pristine American muscle and Italian fancy. One stunning black-and-white exotic with a white bubble cockpit perched on a black, sharp-nosed hood resembled an Oreo cookie that might, at any moment, take flight.

By 7 a.m., the parking lot is so filled with expensive, one-of-kind metal that when a Mercedes CLK 320 slides by, the only head that turns is that of the protective owner of a 427 Cobra who gives the Mercedes driver a look that distinctly says, "Don't you dare scratch my baby with that trash."

Sprinkled among the owners and admirers are a smattering of car designers who regularly drop in for a shot of inspiration. (Ford designers are such fans that the auto parade recently relocated to Ford's design studio parking lot in Irvine after noise complaints.)

On this day, the pros include Ford designer Tyler Blake, a young, soft-spoken guy in jeans whose eyes light up behind rimless glasses when he walks by a bright-blue 1970 Chevelle SS -- a tough, American muscle machine that looks like something a Clint Eastwood character would shoot you from.

"That's one of my favorite cars," Blake says, doing the typical designer dance -- view it from the front, kneel down, step back a few paces, come forward, walk around to the back, repeat. "It's so tough."

Blake, like other designers who can't seem to resist the call of Crystal Cove, see something different when they look at these cars. They talk about distance between wheels, proportion, the size of the hood, or it's volume. Walking through rows of cars with Blake is like walking through a museum with an art professor.

"Look at the way the light plays off the sheet metal," he says, gazing at a '55 Porsche, seemingly unperturbed that the Starbucks has still not opened. "You really can't get that anywhere else in the U.S. but here."

Blake loves American muscle cars, he says, for all the typical boy reasons, but also for their proportion. "There's a balancing point those designers achieved with proportion, the vast hood, the tough shoulders of the car. There's nothing like American muscle."

"Look at that," Blake says, nodding toward a 1970 Boss Mustang. "You could make a whole Focus out of the sheet metal on that hood."

Since Blake transferred from Detroit to Ford's design center in Irvine, he says he's starting to draw with more color. He comes to the Cove at least once a month just to be around passionate car owners, he says, and to be bombarded with the beauty and history of the past -- and also to be reminded of what differentiates a trend from true classic design.

A tricked-out silver Hummer drives past slowly. "See, that's cheesy and trendy," he says. "It just goes too far." He gestures toward the '55 Porsche. The lines are so classic, so elegant that "it's timeless. Even now, it looks modern."

That's what he's striving for in his work at Ford. He was already on the team that designed a compact, futuristic sports car, called the Reflex, released as a concept car at the 2006 Detroit auto show.

But at 33, Blake has got decades of work ahead of him. And plenty of time to create something so memorable, that 50 years from now, if he succeeds, it will glide into this parking lot and some young designer will stand in front of it, back up, kneel down and shake his head in pure admiration.

By Tamara Audi

RED HOT CARS AND RED HOT CHICKS! Does it get any better than this guys?


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American muscle meets Italian style
December 11, 2006




Los Angeles, California – When Ford debuted its first purpose-built muscle car in more than 30 years the 2005 Mustang caught the eyes of two of the world's leading automotive stylists.
Italdesign's Fabrizio Giugiaro said: "When we saw the new Mustang, we knew two things: it was the best we'd seen since the original and we had to get our hands on one."'

So Giugaro approached Ford's chief creative officer J Mays early in 2005 with a proposal to do an Italian job on the new Mustang.

The result: Mustang by Giugiaro – a one-of-a-kind concept powered by Ford Racing technologies, styled by Giugaro and his father, design icon Giorgetto Giugiaro, and shown for the first time at the 2006 Los Angeles auto show.

Mays said: "It seemed only fitting; this design study reinforces the global appeal of Mustang, yet it's right at home in Los Angeles, America's most enthusiastic performance-car market."



The senior Giugiaro's portfolio includes concept and production designs for nearly every automaker in the world – from Fiat, Alfa Romeo and VW to Mazda, Lotus and Bugatti.

Fabrizio Giugiaro has helped deliver key global designs as well since joining family firm Italdesign in 1990 but American automotive icons have long captured his attention.

He led the design process on the Mustang by Giugiaro concept and delivered a complete exterior model from the family studio in Turin, Italy in only four months

The doors are hinged at the base of the upright A-pillar and open vertically at the touch of a button

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The Giugiaro Mustang looks more compact than the production car; it has less rear overhang and the lines have been tapered to the limit of of its mechanical outlines.

The car looks more like a fastback from the side with its longer bonnet and barely visible bootline – but it's wider than the standard version; the Giugiaros added 30mm in front, gradually expanding the width by 80mm toward the rear, which is typical of Italian design.

The interior features a dramatic instrument panel that sweeps across the width of the car, circular gauges that project from behind the steering wheel and mottled dark brown horsehide upholstery with mustang logos on the head restraints.

There's a single, curved glass panel replacing the windscreen, roof and rear window; it was made by Solutia of Detroit from a special type of crystal that filters out 100 percent of UVA rays.



The doors are hinged at the base of the upright A-pillar and open vertically at the touch of a button, and special taillights echo the three separate elements of the original 1964 Mustang - but arrow-shaped to link to the louver panels that replace the rear side windows.

There's even a definite curl sweeping into the crest of the concept's carbon-fibre bumpers, hinting at the tail fins that defined American cars of the 1950s.

Performance credentials

But this is no show mock-up – it's a driveable car with serious performance credentials, on a chassis built by Ford's racing department.

Ford Racing added an intercooled twin-screw supercharger to the all-aluminium 4.6-litre, three-valve V8 of the stock Mustang, with a larger 95mm mass air meter and a conical air filter, fuel injectors from the GT racing version, a crossover exhaust system and Ford Racing tailpipes (it would be libellous to call them silencers) and a new engine mapping that takes power output from the standard 225kW to an estimated 375kW with the boost running at 0.8 bar.

A Ford Racing aluminium radiator provides cooling capacity to match the extra 150kW.



The chassis has been set up using a tailored Ford Racing handling pack – available as a kit for the standard car – with stiffer dampers, lowered springs and anti-sway bars to sharpen the car's responses and lower its stance about 40mm compared to the standard car.

Fabrizio Giugiaro confirmed: "It drives as good as it looks – I took it to the limit on the open road near Turin and I can honestly say this car is worth the 30 000 hours of blood, sweat and tears we put into it."

Is This The 2009 Ford Mustang?

With the muscle car wars already beginning to heat up this summer, speculators have been doing there level best at speculating on what direction FoMoCo will be boldly moving towards for the 2009 model year of it's hard-charging pony car.

Some claim it'll look similar to the Giugiaro Mustang from this year's LA show, with others claiming it'll get a shooting brake re-make. All the rumors do seem to suggest at the very least it'll receive a bit of a front face lift to tighten the skin over the sagging Sid Ramnarace and J Mays "retro-futurism" exterior in an attempt make it look more like the PYT it wants to be when compared with the new-to-the-block Camaro and Challenger.

In addition to the collagen implant in front, there are mumblings of a retractable hardtop in the offing. Under the hood, there's rumors the GT version will be tweaked with output going up to...

...the 350-horsepower range -- and maybe more. Well, at least more in the fervent hopes and dreams of Mustang-lovers everywhere. Though no spy shots have yet been snapped of this horse in the wild, Autobytel has an illustration, courtesy of Priddy & Co., of the direction they think it's going to take. – Ray Wert