This is my first time in a Roush Mustang, and while I can't say that I'm a huge fan of the cosmetic enhancements - I tend to like my Mustangs to look like vintage Trans-Am cars: simple, classic, and mean - I'm in love with the way it drives. Roush's efforts, amounting to little more than suspension tweaks, a heap more power and torque (thank you, Mr. Supercharger), a new exhaust, and a different shift linkage, have absolutely transformed the car. The Hurst-like shifter is hefty, chunky, and rifle-bolt solid (it's a cliché, I know, but it's true here), and while it sends shift effort through the roof, it also makes the Mustang feel like the biggest, angriest asphalt snorter this side of a Mack truck. The engine's yowl is iced over with a nice coating of supercharger whine, which really only rears its head during big throttle openings. Understeer is decreased, the back end is more controllable, and steering feel even gets notched up a bit. Dig it, dig it, dig it.
Sam Smith, Associate Editor