THE PRICE OF PRICELESS
The long, low sweep of bodywork absorbs the early morning sun and radiates a warm glow, the candy apple red paint providing the aura of smoldering coals. It’s a dreadfully chilly morning in the Mojave Desert as we huddle close to the car to catch some reflected warmth.
It’s not the first time we’ve stood around at Willow Springs International Raceway and gawked at the all-new Ford GT, waiting for clearance to begin hot laps. Seven weeks earlier, we were in this very spot with a black GT awaiting the same test. Our resident pro driver, Randy Pobst, had reported issues with the damping and braking. Then one of the well-worn prototype’s fuel pumps failed. The other fuel pump kept it running well enough to finish the photos you’re looking at.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
All supercars are special, but in an increasingly crowded room, the Ford GT still stands out. Pick your reason. It looks like nothing else, all teardrop cabin and outrigger fenders and flying buttresses in between. It’s powered by a twin-turbo V-6 with a mysterious anti-lag system and an intake system that incorporates both those fenders and their buttresses.
Its suspension makes use of both coil springs and torsion bars and
