Every now and then, a car appears that reminds you humans are fundamentally ridiculous. We invent microwaves, satellites, pacemakers… then someone in Detroit decides to strap a supercharged 5.4-litre V8 behind two seats and say, “Yes. This should be road legal.” And then—just when that seems sensible enough—Paul Walker buys one.
This particular 2005 Ford GT isn’t just another poster child for middle-aged men with receding hairlines and Fast and Furious flashbacks. No. This one lived in the late actor’s Always Evolving Collection, and it’s roamed around the United States like a cross-country missile racking up a colossal 3,700 miles. That’s right. Not worn-in. Not tired. Just barely nudged into existence.
And look at it. Mark IV Red. No stripes. One of only 14 like it. It’s like someone took the Le Mans-winning GT40, fed it steak, testosterone, and AC/DC, then told it to go play politely with modern traffic. It didn’t. Of course it didn’t.
A Body So American It Should Come With Its Own Bald Eagle
Styled by Camilo Pardo as an homage to the 1960s legend, the car is aluminium over aluminium over more aluminium. It has a front splitter, rear diffuser, side intakes big enough to inhale pigeons whole, and a centre-exit exhaust that basically shouts the Star-Spangled Banner at full volume.
But the real lunacy is underneath.
The V8 That Wants Your Soul
Mid-mounted, 5.4 litres, double overhead cams, pistons the size of Yorkshire puddings, and a Lysholm supercharger whistling like a tea kettle seconds before detonation. From the factory it made 550 horsepower, which is already more than enough to fold your skeleton into origami.
But owners rarely leave these alone, so naturally this one has:
- Accufab throttle body – to (scientifically speaking) let more air in faster
- Aftermarket ECU tune – because the original programming was clearly not insane enough
- Aftermarket exhaust – for when you want the entire neighbourhood to know you’re awake
- Penske dampers – so the car handles slightly less like a guided warhead
Oh, and Steve Saleen signed it. Because of course he did.
Inside: Leather, Switches, and a Sense of Imminent Doom
Open the door and you’re met with Sparco seats, grommeted like the GT40, ready to hold you in place when you realise the speedo goes to 220 mph, and you’ve run out of bravery at 80.
It has real gauges, real toggle switches, and a McIntosh CD stereo – presumably for playing Enya while you try not to crash.
A Final Note from the Dull World of Reality
It’s being sold on consignment in California. Clean Carfax, clean title, spare wheels included, and an aftermarket setup that absolutely is not California-emissions-friendly. It passed in 2007, sure – but today? The moment it sneezes near an emissions station, California bursts into flames.
But honestly? Who buys a red, no-stripe Ford GT once owned by Paul Walker to sit in a smog queue. You buy it because it’s one of the greatest American cars ever made, because it wants to kill you, and because deep down, everyone secretly wants to feel like they’re starring in their own Fast & Furious montage.
And this? This is the car to do it.
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