“We’re not quite done with Raptor yet. We do have one more thing for you,” Ford’s PR guy Sam told journalists last week at the end of the Ford Bronco Raptor drive in the California desert. “If you turn around you’ll see what’s coming next,” he concluded, as a V8 supercharged Ford F-150 Raptor R blasted towards us on the dry lakebed, its supercharger whining over the throaty yell of a V8. It then began ripping some absolutely disgusting donuts. Here, have a look.
I realize that I’m supposed to be a perfectly “professional” journalist who, when an automaker shows something awesome, just looks down his nose at a notebook while slowly jotting down a few words with a quill. “Irresponsible,” the first line should read. “Climate change liability,” the next bullet should say. “Pedestrian safety,” the last note should read before I underline it twice, with vigor, and chuckle in the snootiest way possible. I am a professional — a sophisticated man who feels he always has to put the social and moral implications of every subject at the forefront of his reporting. I’m objective, and will never show things like “delight” to an automobile company. I will eat up their shrimp, but certainly not their PR bullshit.
Maybe I’m a bit of a simple man, because, One: I don’t even own a quill. And Two: When Ford showed the Ford F-150 Raptor R I couldn’t help but giggle. “Ohhhh god yes,” I cried. “Dude, a freakin’ blown V8. Shit. Oh my god that’s freakin’ epic!” I continued. I’m glad that, despite having witnessed the launch of some of the coolest vehicles ever to hit the American market, I still find joy in a big-ass, V8-powered, blown race truck. It’s almost like a simpler part of my mind was triggered that afternoon in the desert, and you’ll understand why when you listen to this:
You may be wondering what that glorious V8 is under the hood. I’m not really sure, though some think it’s a version of the 760 horsepower 5.2-liter V8 from the Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. That would be epic.