Let’s get one thing straight right away: I am not the born US-Car-Guy, so no one who loses his mind because of a little V8-blubber. Quite the opposite, in fact! If the good car fairy with her glittering magic wand had once waved it in front of my nose to make me choose between a Mustang and a Camaro, I probably would have haggled for a BMW M4.Why am I confessing this to you? Because I want you to know … no, because I need you to know that the enthusiasm that is about to speak from these lines is genuine. That it does not stem from a personal taste that just happened to stray into the United States. No, these two have earned the hymn of praise here – honestly, with deeds that must be followed by corresponding words.
The icons of elemental force
The Shelby GT500 is the most powerful street Ford of all time and continues to give a damn about convention. Start-stop? OPF? WLTP? WTF!
Then, clear the way for two icons of elemental force. On the right: the Shelby, the most powerful road-going Ford of all time and youngest offspring of a relationship that was born 55 years ago from a common enemy, Enzo Ferrari.
You know the story: the Commendatore snubs the Yanks, who build a retort called the GT40 that eventually spanks the Italians in a big way. Since that time, the snake breed and the global corporation have been closely allied to shake up the automotive world with projects like this with nice regularity. Just say GT500, the descendant of Hollywood star Eleanor, which continues to give a damn about convention despite hints of technical newfangledness. Start-stop? OPF? WLTP? WTF!
Similarly anachronistic: the Camaro, which was the Mustang’s soul mate from the very beginning, but in 2009 apparently had enough of holding hands. Out of the cliché corner, was the motto of the then fifth Camaro generation, with which Chevy translated the sporty model approaches from American antiquity into international standards for the first time. All that was missing at first was recognition. But then the Z/28 was unleashed on mankind – a performance beast with a seven-liter naturally aspirated engine – and everyone who still smiled at the USA suddenly looked like squirrels when it flashed.
One model series later, the ZL1 is now heading in exactly the same direction – and knocking the bottom out of the barrel, so to speak. The hammer is that of the Corvette Z06, the 6.2-liter Tyrannosaurus Rex, which houses only one camshaft, only 16 valves, but a whopping 650 hp. Together with the surrounding equipment, the result is a neo-nostalgic consequence that only America can produce in this extreme form. As I said, the principles there have changed. In the past, problems with driving dynamics were solved with displacement. If that didn’t help, there was more displacement. And even more. Or, as in this case: bam, a supercharger on top.
A fusion of theories