Roush 427R - What A Great Toy
I got one of these in February. Of course, since I was living down a bulldozer path, it sat in a garage for months. Now it's sitting in another garage waiting for the dirt road to the new place to get fixed. Like most people, I have driven a lot of different cars, some were "high performance" models like Corvettes, V12 Jags, Z28s, GT Mustangs, etc. No, I didn't own all of them, but I'd get a test drive or some friend would buy one. All neat cars. Fast, smooth. And ultimately a bit dull.
Then there's Roush. I talked with my Ford dealer about getting me a fast Mustang. He had a Cobra but it was sold. He couldn't find me a Bullitt edition Mustang. I just told him I was in no rush and let me know. So, one Friday night about 8 pm, I'm sitting in a bar out in the sticks and the sales guy Jim calls me, says he has one fast Mustang, a Roush. I ask him what the hell a "Roush" is - yep, I am not exactly a fount of fast car knowledge. He says "very fast." I say "sold."
The next morning I arrive at the dealership and find out the car has a flat rear tire, sidewall is cut from a piece of glass, and the tires are on the way. They are not the correct tires, they are some Japanese brand, since the stock Cooper Zeon RS3 tires would take five days to get. Some hours and hours later, I actually get to see what I bought. A used 2007 427R with 4,000 miles on it. I get in the thing, realize it is a world more power than anything I have ever driven and idle down the road. Of course, some texting idiot almost cuts me off and I just tapped the pedal. Sixty feet of burnout later, I think Holy Shit! Seems I will be getting Cooper tires pretty quick as I suspect tire life on this car is measured in feet, not miles.
I am getting better at driving it. After installing a boost gauge, I can watch that and keep from bringing the blower up into where the tires just come apart. At zero boost, it almost drives like a regular GT Mustang. Well, except for the noise, since the exhaust seems to be non-existent. Forget listening to the radio (fine with me). And the heat, there is a lot of engine heat. And merging onto an interstate has become a non-event since it's not merging when you are doing 125 mph at the end of the ramp. I always thought Harleys were fun. Now, due to some surgery on my leg, I can't ride bikes anymore. And I don't miss them a bit. This Roush flat rocks.
Here's a 2010 playing smoke some Coopers. Just shows there are a few real cars left. Thank God.
Then there's Roush. I talked with my Ford dealer about getting me a fast Mustang. He had a Cobra but it was sold. He couldn't find me a Bullitt edition Mustang. I just told him I was in no rush and let me know. So, one Friday night about 8 pm, I'm sitting in a bar out in the sticks and the sales guy Jim calls me, says he has one fast Mustang, a Roush. I ask him what the hell a "Roush" is - yep, I am not exactly a fount of fast car knowledge. He says "very fast." I say "sold."
The next morning I arrive at the dealership and find out the car has a flat rear tire, sidewall is cut from a piece of glass, and the tires are on the way. They are not the correct tires, they are some Japanese brand, since the stock Cooper Zeon RS3 tires would take five days to get. Some hours and hours later, I actually get to see what I bought. A used 2007 427R with 4,000 miles on it. I get in the thing, realize it is a world more power than anything I have ever driven and idle down the road. Of course, some texting idiot almost cuts me off and I just tapped the pedal. Sixty feet of burnout later, I think Holy Shit! Seems I will be getting Cooper tires pretty quick as I suspect tire life on this car is measured in feet, not miles.
I am getting better at driving it. After installing a boost gauge, I can watch that and keep from bringing the blower up into where the tires just come apart. At zero boost, it almost drives like a regular GT Mustang. Well, except for the noise, since the exhaust seems to be non-existent. Forget listening to the radio (fine with me). And the heat, there is a lot of engine heat. And merging onto an interstate has become a non-event since it's not merging when you are doing 125 mph at the end of the ramp. I always thought Harleys were fun. Now, due to some surgery on my leg, I can't ride bikes anymore. And I don't miss them a bit. This Roush flat rocks.
Here's a 2010 playing smoke some Coopers. Just shows there are a few real cars left. Thank God.
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