By the time you've settled into lap three around Laguna Seca, the Boss is shouting at you and you don't even care.
This isn't your office, so revel in it. This Boss hammers your tympani with a proprietary blend of pleasure and pain--sound familiar?--but none of the kvetching over expense reports or missed deadlines. It's watching you like a hawk, for sure, lipstick video cameras stalking you with paparazzi precision, but they're only there to document all those sweet apexes you're kissing while you work.
But make no mistake: this Boss is in the driver's seat, too. Not you.
The 2012 Mustang Boss lured me to Laguna Seca this week, with the promise of a first drive and the simultaneous threat of looping one, live for those in-car cameras. Laguna's a fairly easy track to learn, but this Mustang's stoked up with 444 horsepower and a 7400-rpm redline.
Unlike the 41-year-old SCCA championship car it's named for, though, it pulls a full g on the track with utter predictability. You could underwrite mortgages with all the high-speed guarantees cooked into its race-bred suspension and huge staggered tires.
You try turning that down.
So, the job at hand: worry less about the threat the Boss makes, and make sure it keeps its promises.