99 SS vs 15 GT 5.0
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99 SS vs 15 GT 5.0
1999 Camaro SS: M6, sealed lid, AIR delete, MGW shifter, half *** tune (mostly just removal of annoyances), stock on-the-way-out clutch.
2015 Mustang GT 5.0: Muffler delete, rest unknown.
Cliffs: 68ish to 125, Camaro by a car.
On the way home the other day I spied a 2015 Mustang GT 5.0 with paper tags ahead. It had "shoe polish" markings on the back window of 11.5 (For those without a track: means he tech'd into the track with a helmet, not that it runs that) and a random car number on the driver quarter window. I figured that must mean he goes WOT somewhere so maybe here? I think he spied me in the mirror because he randomly threw the wheel into the other lane and dropped speed so that I could approach? Dunno, because it took awhile for him to take the bait as if he was considering whether to go at it with an 'ol beat Chevy. As I approached I noticed it didn't have exhaust tips in the bumper slots, so muffler delete. I also noticed the "5.0" fender badge as I don't recall if Ford is putting the turbo 4 in GTs or not. I saw the GT badge on the rear but the fender badge confirmed the Coyote. I went into third at around 65-70ish and waited for him to jump. I always give the hit so I know the other guy is actually racing, otherwise I just go back to my biz and not harass like an annoying ricer. I sat there for 5-8 seconds above 5,500 RPM giving little throttle pops to goad him into it, but nothing. Oh well, gave a little throttle hit up to 6k then dropped into 4th and let off the gas and right at that second I hear the Mustang go WOT loudly showing its muffler delete off. I stood back down on the gas instead of dropping back to third as I was pretty much near the top anyway and with a stock cam theres not much point (or time). The worn and tired stock clutch decided to hold.
To my surprise, I started putting decent distance between us immediately and started tugging it down the road. As we approached 110 I see the Ford Focus front end charging back and pulling up to my taillights at 110 and then stabalizing a bit as the added weight of the new platform started to take its toll against my fly weight (in comparison). At 125 I saw his front dip down as he prepared to slow for traffic a good distance up ahead (but better early than late in these instances). I let off and proceeded to shake like the great 1908 earthquake as the previous owner of my cars warped rotors reared their ugly appearance.
Once he was around his traffic blockade we had another long open stretch in front. Again, I geared down to third and sat in the high RPMs waiting for him to punch it again to give him a chance at redemption and maybe starting in a better gear this time if he had been unprepared (if it was a manual). This time, no dice.
Dropped to 6th and went towards my exit. Gave him a honk and a wave as he watched a 16 year old stockish Chevy valued at under $10k that just took on the blue ovals latest and greatest and survived decently, ride off into the sunshine. Exhaust leak popping embarrassingly from the manifold to cat connection, heat waves wafting from the bellhousing and brakes, and that ugly dingy Pewter color which I hate (and don't know why it was so damn popular on these cars in that era).
Bench racing cliffs:
-The weight didn't help those cars. I don't think I would have gained that initial push that proved the victory against a stripper '14
-He might have been in the wrong gear, but I doubt it. It held in there pretty good and even if he started in 5th, that was the same as me in 4th, so a wash. If he had stood on it in 6th, he would have dropped back hard and fast. If it was an auto, well, sucks to be him, either way, its not my job to prepare thine enemy for a random street battle. Chasing is racing, and in this case he got the hit fair and squizz-air.
-I'm sure I would lose in a dig race against Fords famous smoke and mirrors Mustang power (i.e., gearing. Lots and lots of numerically steep gearing), and of course the torque advantage he has.
-I'd probably lose from 40 too judging by the pull back up to my tails up top. Any advantages the car had on me were nill above 110 as that fatty started to huff. Down low, it would make a strong showing, this fact does not elude me.
-Random street encounters are teh bestest. Bring a lot, hope its enough and hope you are ready and don't slip up an inch, you don't have time nor usually a second chance. You never know when an old SS might show that it still has what it takes to hang with the new kids.
Cheers.
2015 Mustang GT 5.0: Muffler delete, rest unknown.
Cliffs: 68ish to 125, Camaro by a car.
On the way home the other day I spied a 2015 Mustang GT 5.0 with paper tags ahead. It had "shoe polish" markings on the back window of 11.5 (For those without a track: means he tech'd into the track with a helmet, not that it runs that) and a random car number on the driver quarter window. I figured that must mean he goes WOT somewhere so maybe here? I think he spied me in the mirror because he randomly threw the wheel into the other lane and dropped speed so that I could approach? Dunno, because it took awhile for him to take the bait as if he was considering whether to go at it with an 'ol beat Chevy. As I approached I noticed it didn't have exhaust tips in the bumper slots, so muffler delete. I also noticed the "5.0" fender badge as I don't recall if Ford is putting the turbo 4 in GTs or not. I saw the GT badge on the rear but the fender badge confirmed the Coyote. I went into third at around 65-70ish and waited for him to jump. I always give the hit so I know the other guy is actually racing, otherwise I just go back to my biz and not harass like an annoying ricer. I sat there for 5-8 seconds above 5,500 RPM giving little throttle pops to goad him into it, but nothing. Oh well, gave a little throttle hit up to 6k then dropped into 4th and let off the gas and right at that second I hear the Mustang go WOT loudly showing its muffler delete off. I stood back down on the gas instead of dropping back to third as I was pretty much near the top anyway and with a stock cam theres not much point (or time). The worn and tired stock clutch decided to hold.
To my surprise, I started putting decent distance between us immediately and started tugging it down the road. As we approached 110 I see the Ford Focus front end charging back and pulling up to my taillights at 110 and then stabalizing a bit as the added weight of the new platform started to take its toll against my fly weight (in comparison). At 125 I saw his front dip down as he prepared to slow for traffic a good distance up ahead (but better early than late in these instances). I let off and proceeded to shake like the great 1908 earthquake as the previous owner of my cars warped rotors reared their ugly appearance.
Once he was around his traffic blockade we had another long open stretch in front. Again, I geared down to third and sat in the high RPMs waiting for him to punch it again to give him a chance at redemption and maybe starting in a better gear this time if he had been unprepared (if it was a manual). This time, no dice.
Dropped to 6th and went towards my exit. Gave him a honk and a wave as he watched a 16 year old stockish Chevy valued at under $10k that just took on the blue ovals latest and greatest and survived decently, ride off into the sunshine. Exhaust leak popping embarrassingly from the manifold to cat connection, heat waves wafting from the bellhousing and brakes, and that ugly dingy Pewter color which I hate (and don't know why it was so damn popular on these cars in that era).
Bench racing cliffs:
-The weight didn't help those cars. I don't think I would have gained that initial push that proved the victory against a stripper '14
-He might have been in the wrong gear, but I doubt it. It held in there pretty good and even if he started in 5th, that was the same as me in 4th, so a wash. If he had stood on it in 6th, he would have dropped back hard and fast. If it was an auto, well, sucks to be him, either way, its not my job to prepare thine enemy for a random street battle. Chasing is racing, and in this case he got the hit fair and squizz-air.
-I'm sure I would lose in a dig race against Fords famous smoke and mirrors Mustang power (i.e., gearing. Lots and lots of numerically steep gearing), and of course the torque advantage he has.
-I'd probably lose from 40 too judging by the pull back up to my tails up top. Any advantages the car had on me were nill above 110 as that fatty started to huff. Down low, it would make a strong showing, this fact does not elude me.
-Random street encounters are teh bestest. Bring a lot, hope its enough and hope you are ready and don't slip up an inch, you don't have time nor usually a second chance. You never know when an old SS might show that it still has what it takes to hang with the new kids.
Cheers.
Last edited by CoolAid; 02-16-2015 at 12:04 PM.
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#9
lawl
That tired *** stock cam LS1 would have it's hands full with a 4.10 geared, ProChamber PI 2V.
A Coyote, 11-15 doesn't matter, with a half way competent driver would **** in your corn flakes guy. So yeah, guy above me is right, nice Ecoboost kill.
A Coyote, 11-15 doesn't matter, with a half way competent driver would **** in your corn flakes guy. So yeah, guy above me is right, nice Ecoboost kill.
#12
The only way an LS1 is impressive is to slap a Chinese turbo kit on it and make ~700rw for a couple grand. LS didn't impress until the rectangle ports hit the streets. I wouldn't wipe my *** with a pair a cathedrals.
#13
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I wouldn't either. That would be very uncomfortable and still not accomplish your goal. Just use toilet paper.
#15
I am impressed by your by adroit observation. Clearly you are an intelletual tour de force. Indeed, I will take your advice and forgo the the use of cathedral port heads as toilet paper and instead employ them in a more apt task, I shall employ them as my 16' skiff's custom one-off boat anchor.
#16
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I am impressed by your by adroit observation. Clearly you are an intelletual tour de force. Indeed, I will take your advice and forgo the the use of cathedral port heads as toilet paper and instead substitute their most apt use and employ them as my skiff's boast anchor.