SUNSET over Los Angeles is one of the greatest pseudo-natural spectacles the sprawling Californian metropolis has to offer. The stunning show of colours is the result of a cool ocean on one side of the city, mountains on three others, something called an inversion layer and tonnes upon tonnes of vehicle exhaust belched into the atmosphere every day. Californians are addicted to their cars and the atmosphere bears the scars.
The spectacularly beautiful people are another example of a superficially pretty veneer masking an uglier reality. Flick on a local TV station and between personal injury lawyers touting no-winno-fee representation, you are bombarded by ads for preventable disease medication. Diabetes, high blood pressure, constipation, obesity. Apparently cosmetic procedures can conceal all...
Just weeks before I arrive, the beauty of LAís surrounding country was razed by bush fires. The torrential rain and mudslides that followed left little more than dirt. It was a grim metaphor for LAís celebrity facade, where stars promenade the red carpet while 20,000 people sleep under bridges.
In LA thereís always another story playing out just below the surface and you donít have to dig too deeply to find it. Itís the same with the two cars you see here.
The pony car feud between Mustang and Camaro has been raging on US soil for half a century but the more interesting underlying story is their new significance in Australia, where the two arch enemies will bump gloves for the first time this year. Iím here to get a taste of how the new Camaro stacks up against the Mustang before the brawl kicks off, and to see whether either one can help soften our grieving for the passing of the home-grown rear-drive V8.
In Australia, the Ford has enjoyed a two-year head start, and the luxury of time to establish a foothold before the Camaro arrives. That said, familiarity may work against the Mustang, the relative novelty of the Camaro playing in its favour. Either way, the look of these cars is a big part of their pull.
In the Blue Ė or, erm ... ĎOrange Furyí Ė corner, the Mustangís styling gets a lot done with a little. Thereís a simple purity to its lines and an elegance that hints at the Fordís aim of appealing in many markets. While previous generations worked a home crowd, this version must appeal to European, British, Japanese and Australian buyers. Little has changed for the 2018 car and thatís no bad thing. The Mustang is as handsome as ever, the reshaped LED headlights and lightly redesigned bonnet and grille the only giveaways this is the well-revised 2018 model.
In the Red corner, however, the Camaro sacrifices elegance in the name of outright tensed-bicep brawn. If youíre seeing a little Corvette DNA in the exterior, youíre not imagining it. Of the two, itís the Chevrolet with the most presence and a decidedly American stance, but that low roofline has had a dramatic effect inside the car as well.
Getting into the Mustangís cabin is little different to a regular sedan, but you ensconce yourself in the Camaro and peer out through a letter-box slot. The visibility is adequate for a mountain blast, but around town the Chevy feels noticeably bigger. The immersive Camaro experience extends to the ergonomics with a classic hunkered-down, legs-out-in-front driving position complemented by an almost vertical steering wheel thatís slender yet sporty to hold. For its ability to create a sense of occasion, the Camaro boarding process wins, but it comes at a cost to daily ease.
Among the most common criticisms of the current Mustang is the interior; specifically the lack of luxurious materials or niceties. Yet any assessment also needs to factor in the price. Yes, Ford Australia could have homologated the excellent Recaro seats and the machined aluminium dash thatís available to American buyers as an option, but then the íStang wouldnít be a $60K car anymore. The update hasnít brought dramatic change in the Mustang cabin, yet this doesnít allow the Camaro to steal any points for quality or design. Theyíre both fairly basic, as muscle coupes have always been. There are highlights such as the pair of auxiliary gauges and retro-inspired design for the Ford, and its sharp screen resolution, but both cabins are scattered with plasticky switches and trim that merely adds up to the sum of their cheap íní cheerful parts.
But muscle cars are about looking cool and feeling good. And the true test of how well Ford and Chevrolet have plied their craft lays in a good, hard drive.
Before this, I had to negotiate just one more famous Los Angeles landmark Ė the traffic jam. And if you thought our capitals were bad, try commuting in LA. Itís difficult to imagine seven lanes of freeway gridlocked in each direction for the better part of the day until youíve endured it, highlighting just how attached the average Angelino is to their car.
When the congestion eased and we could drive at a stroll, the Fordís wheels hopped over each joining seam of the LA-standard concrete-slab freeway at a maddening tempo. The Camaro ironed the creases more effectively, perhaps as a result of a chassis tune thatís been tailored especially for US roads, unlike the global Mustang. But we wonít really get to the bottom of ride comfort until they hit Australian roads.
When Ford said it Ďthoroughly reworkedí the Mustangís Coyote engine, it wasnít kidding. For the 2018 update the 90-degree V8 has grown from 4951cc to 5035cc via a bore increase from 92.2 to 93.0mm, gained camshafts with a different profile, larger valves, a reflowed induction manifold, and a compression ratio bump to 12.0:1. Direct fuel injection has been incorporated in addition to the previous versionís port injection system. The tuning work allows the V8 to develop an extra 26Nm, rev to 7500rpm and muster another 33kW for a peak of 343kW at 7000rpm (339kW for Oz).
Unlike the Mustang, which has been built on the American production line since 2015 with the steering wheel on the right, Australian Camaros will arrive in the country with the column on the left. The conversion to RHD falls to HSV. In a complex process that has been heavily overseen by General Motors, the Clayton, Victoria operation will ready each Camaro for Australian compliance and registration. This is not HSVís first right-hooker rodeo Ė the company is already converting Dodge Ram trucks for Aussie buyers and its Silverado rival is set to join it. In good news for one local automotive OEM supplier, the Camaro dash will be manufactured by the company that used to supply the Toyota Camryís.
Perhaps it was the frustration of sitting in seemingly endless tailbacks, but at the sniff of canyon roads on the outskirts of LAís suburban sprawl, the muscular pair leap from their haunches with a satisfying vigour and, in the Ford, the sort of soundtrack I was jonesing for.
The Camaroís 6.2-litre LT1 engine report is, not surprisingly, similar to something wearing an HSV badge, the familiar induction gulp giving it a nice homely feel. The exhaust bark is not as satisfying as the noise from under the bonnet but itís forgiven in the context of its pace. Compared to the Fordís Coyote V8, the pushrod tech in the Chevrolet donk is antiquated, but it delivers a proven blend of grunt and compact packaging, with direct injection and variable valve timing to bring it into 2018.
Switch to the Ford however and the 343kW (Aussie GTs will have 339kW) double overhead cam Coyote V8 shines. The bigger Chevy V8 prefers a short shift with decent low-down torque characteristics, but the Blue Oval equivalent is beautifully sophisticated and begs to be revved. As part of its 2018 update, Fordís engineers extracted another 33kW from the 5.0-litre (see sidebar p75) and you can feel it.
We will have to wait for a local test to sample the new 10-speed auto fitted to the 2018 Mustang, but we can report that the new twin-plate clutch fitted to the six-speed manual makes life significantly easier on the left leg, as well as easing clutch modulation.
Our Camaro had GMís eight-speed auto which is smooth, quick and does a cracking job of picking a cog for you, but is tardy in manual mode. Thereís a pause between plucking a paddle shifter and a new ratio, and the íbox occasionally refuses outright to downshift even though the bent eight is way out of the over-rev zone.
Spot a Mustang GT on Australian roads and you can almost guarantee it will have an aftermarket or optional Ford Performance exhaust fitted. It seems most owners take to the standard carís all-bite, no-bark persona with a set of open pipes.
US buyers have to pay an extra $1000 for the Active Valve system, but thankfully Ford Australia has included it as standard in the GT. In normal mode the gorgeous stainless system sounds as serious as an atmo Mercedes-AMG 6.2-litre V8, but flick the drive mode to Sport and you are in for a treat. Itís like someone tripped over your Fender amp and accidentally rolled the volume to 11. When you strum a power chord all the windows explode.
Despite the chalk-and-Chuck-E-Cheese differences, the very different donks achieve similar ends. Theyíre just 4kW apart, acceleration is immense no matter which badge youíre looking at, with both coupes cracking 100km/h from rest in around five seconds.
The bigger capacity Camaro is the torque champ with 614Nm (versus 569Nm for the Mustang) and the in-gear acceleration difference is clear. Despatching slow traffic with a swift overtaking manoeuvre takes less effort in the Camaro.
Unleashing this sort of grunt in this pairís ancestors would be dangerous work, but theyíve come a long way.
Iíve grown to know the Mustang pretty well over a series of hard drives back home, so the pointy front end, vast lateral grip and engaging character are familiar. Optional MagneRide adaptive dampers are new for the 2018 version, the suspension has been retuned, and the good news is the Mustang has grown incrementally better.
Can the Camaro compare? Damn straight. Its voracious appetite for corners is the most surprising and satisfying part of the Camaro package. Where the Mustang has a suppleness in corners that is perhaps more comforting and accessible, the Camaro is seriously precise and flat. Owners with a taste for track days will gravitate towards the Chevyís relentless desire to turn and burn.
With large to massive V8s sending grunt to the rear wheels, power oversteer isnít just a possibility, itís a way of life, yet the coupes tread the fringe of adhesion in different ways. The Mustang is friendlier and sends a string of warnings the grip threshold is approaching. A little complaint from the front tyres, a noticeable transfer of weight to the rear, a subtle lean of the body. By comparison, the Chevrolet remains staunchly expressionless right up to the point the rear boots are about to peel off. On these canyon roads, where enthusiastic drivers regularly take an excursion into the scrub and the fines for crossing a solid line are vicious, it pays to adjust quickly to the different approach needed in the Camaro.
While the Ford is more friendly and forgiving and wonít punish you for being off the ideal line, the Camaro is more demanding and requires greater precision. Get it right in the Camaro, though, and it will carve corners with intoxicating pace.
The lack of Porsche 911-grade steering feel is no deal breaker and the limited feedback in either coupe is forgivable alongside the other steering and handling qualities. The muscle-car legend has always permitted Ė and even revelled in Ė a few rough edges.
The sweeping canyon roads let you maintain momentum and speed, so we didnít give the brakes a track-style workout to test the onset of fade. We can say, though, that both coupes can shed speed to match their prodigious acceleration, courtesy of six-piston Brembos on the Mustang and four-piston calipers on the Camaro.
Thereís a lot to take in and co-driver Lyn and I pull up to a remote mountain siding to compare impressions. Our chat is quickly interrupted by a heavily modified Baja Bug that arrives in a din of aircooled Volkswagen clattering and proceeds to rip up a large puddle in a frivolous display of doughnuts, before exiting in a shower of mud and stones. Yep, Californians really are car nuts.
Sunny, mid-20-degree days and clear blue skies make it easy to forget this part of the world is in the midst of winter, but the sun disappearing behind the mountains not long after 5:00pm prompts us to head back into the metropolis to partake in an all-American pastime.
No road trip would be complete without a diner burger and Bobís Big Boy is the quintessential SoCal roadside restaurant, with the added attraction of a show íní shine every Friday night. The variety and scale of the impromptu car show is inspiring.
As I scull probably the most welcome cherry Coke Iíve ever tasted and nick some of the photographerís fries, I pause to reflect on the pair of modern muscle coupes everyone is ignoring. Itís surprising that two cars so closely aligned in philosophy bring such different characters and skill sets.
As part of its 2018 update, the Mustang now has an all-digital instrument cluster, which brings functionality and a big step up in perceived quality and class. The unit is similar to the version in Fordís mighty GT supercar and has crisp resolution and cool displays that switch according to the drive mode. The full-width bar tachometer is unlike anything weíve seen and the shift light in the upper edge is particularly useful given the free-revving nature of the GT V8.
The Bobís Big Boy franchise was established by SoCal businessman and former fry cook Bob Wian in 1936, and grew from a hamburger stand in Glendale, California bought using the proceeds of Wianís í33 DeSoto Roadster as down payment, to 238 sites by the end of the 1980s. The Burbank restaurant is the oldest remaining Bobís. Built in 1949 as a drive-in with carhop service, it put LA architect Wayne McAllister on the map. Now a drivethru, Bobís Burbank becomes a suburban motoring mecca on Friday nights. Take a cross section of all the machines and people milling about the dimly lit lot, and youíll struggle to identify a dominant brand, modification style or demographic. Itís car culture at its best Ė as a great leveller Ė and people united by a love of them. And of Bobís double-deck burgers.
The Mustangís driver-friendliness, sophisticated engine and slick dial set earn it praise, while the Camaro counters with incredibly sharp dynamics and kick-in-the-pants design.
The Ford design and engineering team faced the challenge of appealing to a whole new audience without alienating the longstanding American buyer. In attempting to please many markets the Mustang has perhaps taken a small sideways step away from the muscle-car template. But is being an all-rounder really something you can criticise? And perhaps the patriotic Yankee Camaro would even benefit from a similar dose of cultural diversity?
Judged on raw ability, then, the Camaro wins by a nose. But while this is a comparison of US$25K machines Stateside, it wonít be such a fair fight by the time the Camaro lands in Oz. While the 2018 Ford Mustang GT Fastback will see a small rise to $62,990, HSV will ask about $90K for the Camaro, which changes everything. Is a little exclusivity and dynamic sharpness worth an extra $27K? At that price point, the Camaro is bound to come under harsher scrutiny, but itís hard to put a price on the strength of brand allegiance.
The Camaro and Mustang may be taken largely for granted by their countrymen, but a General versus Blue Oval war with so few doors hasnít been waged Down Under since the early í70s when the Monaro butted heads with the Falcon Hardtop. In the glowing embers of the homegrown, high-performance era, this is the new story that rises from the ashes.