Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Mustang GT on The Top 10


Soft grain out of his rolls-and 8 in the air. The needle tachometer rises and falls slowly as the manual bypass slides through every five gears. I roll onto the Telegraph Road, not far from Ford headquarters in Dearborn, Michigan. My goal is 1983.

It was a great year for the car and the driver-and Ford’s pony. It was this year that we launched the 10Best Awards and put the Mustang GT on the top 10Best list. I was there, so I asked the original beauty, 17,000 miles from the Mustang collector Mike Bardi: to make a pony ride back to 10Best’s appearance in one of the cars that got to see how it all started,

This generation of Mustang was already his fifth year when he was entered into the 10Best 1983 class. Gas was a little over a gallon dollar, big hair was, Ronald Reagan was president, and Michael Jackson still did not ruin his legacy.

If you remember 1983, GT feels a bit like you probably do – older, lierier and stiffer. You sit down and look through huge windows arranged in thin columns. The current Mustang is a bunker in comparison. The gears are so long that you have to extend your right hand completely to engage in fifth gear. With a 50 mph GT shivering like a gore in a thunderstorm.The road noise, the wind noise and the cacophony of the surrounding traffic drown the delicate V-8.I do not remember it was so rough then time and tide probably are not waiting for the car.
The GT provides a lesson on how much we take for granted in cars today. There is a shortage of mirrors powered by power, windows and seats. Inside there is enough shiny black plastic to provide a Lego factory. “Navigation system” means a paper map in 1983, but no map pockets. Its safety equipment does not contain one airbag. And where are the copolders? If you had coffee at McDonald’s Drive in ’83, you should have kept it between your legs until you swallowed it.

To plunge into a throttle crane out of a traffic light shows that this rod sounds more than anger. As the speed rises toward the yellow area of ​​the tachometer, the sound of the V-8 becomes scratch. The GT engine, known for decades as 5.0, displays 4942 cc or 4.9 liters, sniffs through a four-cylinder carburetor, sucks the exhaust through a limiting catalyst and a 175-hp miniature key at a rpm of 4000 rpm, And this was a marked improvement over the allocation of a 157-hp tiny 82 GT.

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