2011 Ford Mustang GT 5.0: Wants for Nothing
May 18, 2011
Reunited, and it does feel good. Had gone a long spell without driving the 5.0. Not since I'd found a member of its clan in a Newport parking lot. Resident Mustang expert Giovanni DiPietro says it's a '67. Classic, meet Instant Classic.
Here's what I find most remarkable about the 5.0: it's totally indifferent to class conventions.
Sure we all daydream about the Italian, German and old Detroit metal we'd fill our 10-car garages with. But goose the Mustang throttle in fourth gear for an open lane blast, and you're pretty much impervious to badge envy.
That guy in the 335i might scoff. Might even hang on your tail a little bit. But deep inside, he knows he paid too much for a pretty shell, a lusty keyfob and probably more car than he can handle. While your 5.0 never looks out of sorts at a gooch sushi-ya or steakhouse, his car just can't get comfortable parked in front of a rock club on Sunset Boulevard.
The guy in the CR-V meanwhile, he'll give you a haughty glare. He's responsibly trying to lessen his impact, but there you go lumbering past him with your loud V8, flouting the new reality. You may as well go do some donuts in a strawberry patch and slalom through a litter of kittens.
And that old fella there, driving the S65 with the 11-99 Foundation plate frames? Yep, he makes more money than you. Wants you to know it, too. But don't mind him; he's just bitterstones because you're having the fun of the unwashed and your girlfriend does things his wife won't.
Yep, one day I'd love to house a 911, a 356 and almost anything from Maranello in my garage. And like I imagine those machines also do, the 5.0 never leaves you wanting.
Dan Frio, Automotive Editor