The Mustang GTD: Porsche Money, Pep Boys Quality

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Do you have a small dick? Because if you’re about to drop $300K on a Mustang for its so-called “meticulous design,” congratulations—you’re a fucking moron. Let’s call it what it is: Ford took a car that’s been the poster child of midlife crises and frat boy burnout takeovers, slapped on some aero, tuned it for the track, and decided it now deserves Porsche money. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

Sure, on paper, it looks insane. Over 800 horsepower—cue the Mustang fanboys drooling. But raw horsepower isn’t everything. My dream car, the GT3 RS, has a little over 500 hp, and it’ll still smoke your overpriced muscle car on the Nürburgring. Why? Because horsepower is useless when you can’t translate it into agility, balance, and precision. The GT3 RS doesn’t just take corners—it dances through them. Meanwhile, the Mustang GTD is going to huff and puff trying to find the apex before understeering its way into the gravel trap.

And let’s be real—quality? Trash. Mustangs have always been the “Free Palestine”, aka small dick company of the car world: loud, obnoxious, and built to appeal to people who think personality starts and ends with revving at a stoplight. Ford wants you to believe this GTD is different, but under the carbon fiber cosplay, it’s still a Mustang. Cheap interior, clunky build, and that aura of trying way too hard.

“Oh, but it’s loud!” Congrats. So is my neighbor’s lawnmower. Loud doesn’t mean performance. If you want a racecar experience, you need precision engineering, not just an engine that screams like it’s compensating for your insecurities.

And don’t even get me started on the price. For $300K, you could buy a GT3 RS and still have enough left over for a Cayman track toy, or hell—even a down payment on a house. Instead, you’re paying Porsche money for Ford’s plastic innovation project. If I wanted “technology” wrapped in a cheap interior, I’d just grab a Tesla and save on gas while I’m at it. At least then I’d get autopilot while I’m scrolling Instagram at a Supercharger.

At the end of the day, the Mustang GTD is a flex gone wrong. It’s for people who want Porsche clout without Porsche class. It’s trying to crash the hypercar party with fake credentials. And honestly? I’d rather keep my money with German engineering, where the Nürburgring lap times are brutal, the aerodynamics are proven, and the quality doesn’t fall apart faster than a Mustang at a Cars & Coffee leaving meet.

So yeah—if you want to blow $300K to prove you’re insecure, buy the GTD. But if you actually give a shit about performance, heritage, and craftsmanship, Porsche will be waiting.