ok so my friend is looking to get one of these 2, both btw are convertible. which one would you suggest.
Comparison: 2011 Chevrolet Camaro SS Convertible vs. 2011 Ford Mustang GT Convertible
Dancing Naked in the Rain
January 26, 2011
/ By Jonny Lieberman
/ Photography by Evan Klein
What we have here is some Alanis Morissette-style irony. No, not ra-ay-ain on your wedding day. Rather, it's the one week when you have a pair of RWD, manny-trannied, V-8 powered, 400-plus horsepower convertible ponycars and Southern California decides to experience the "Storm of the Decade." Did I mention both cars had summer tires? Unlike Alanis's song, ironic
isn't the word we'd use, and we can't print the one we would. But like Hunter S. Thompson alluded to, we're here to cover the story. Reviewing convertibles with the sun shining (so to speak) is sine qua non
. Knowing that we simply had to remove the roofs despite the inclement weather, we donned full rain gear, dropped them tops and drove the new Camaro SS Convertible and Mustang GT Convertible in the pouring rain. The whole ordeal is a great lesson in making lemonade out of flash floods and mudslides. Besides, can you think of anything more fun than flinging these two mamma-jammas around in the wet while dressed up like the Gorton's Fisherman? Neither could we.
We lived with these two ragtops for a week in bizarre-for-Southern California torrential rain, and are shocked to report that both are livable, real-world propositions -- even with cats and dogs falling all around you. Put another way, these are not your father's ponycars. They did not hydroplane off the road at the first hint of a powerful right foot, an especially impressive feat considering just how much water came down (the Los Angeles Times
tells us about an inch per hour
during the worst of it). Let's not forget how powerful these headless beasts are. The 5.0 'Stang's 412 hard-revving horses combined with 390 angry pound-feet of torque are slightly bested by 426 macadam-thumping ponies and 420 lb-ft of smoky torque in the 6.2-liter Chevy. Back in the heavily fetishized days of yore, that much mechanical motivation coupled to poor brakes, flexible bodies, and primitive horse and buggy-style suspensions spelled disaster. Not so these days.