We drove a $35,000 Mustang and a $120,000 Porsche to see which we liked better - here's the verdict

The color? A very sexy Carmine Red, which is a $3,000 extra. Overall, the GTS is a — brace yourself — $120,000 for the base version. But our test car was $128,980 vehicle with the extra add-ons.

Obviously, you could buy several Mustang GTs for that price. And that's kind of the point, as you'll see as we make out way through this comparison.

The iconic, bug-eyed look of the 911 has been progressively tweaked since the car was introduced way back in 1963. Poetically for our purposes, the Mustang debuted in 1965 and has achieved equally iconic status.

In my experience, most people — Stang fans or not — love the way the car looks. The 911, not so much. It's an acquired taste. But nothing else resembles it, so the 911 announces itself just as surely. My feeling is that I never avidly want a 911 in my driveway, but when I have one parked there, I believe it looks dang good.

In the vast lineup of 911 variants, the GTS sits at the top of what you might call the lowest tier. It's the best "entry level" Porsche money can buy; to jump up a tier, you need to buy the 911 Turbo.

As it turns out, the Mustang GT is similarly situated, above the base Stangs with four-cylinder turbo engines, but below the mighty Shelby GT350. And both our competitors here were hardtop coupés with nominal back seats, although the Stang's are a bit more accommodating of adults.

What was a muscle car is now a muscular sports car, as Ford has updated the driving dynamics. Mustangs are now quite effective at going around corners, as I discovered while canyon carving in LA.

This isn't the delicious flat-crank V8 found in the GT350, but it's a fine motor that on startup growls menacingly and at idle doesn't let you forget that menace. Where the rubber hits the road, the 420 pound-feet of torque is extremely compelling. The 0-60 mph dash takes place in under four seconds.

It's easy to take GT's 5.0 for granted, as it's always been such a staple of the machine. What's great about it isn't fuel economy — the small tank and thirsty combustion means that you'll have to enjoy visits to the pump — but rather the pure visceral delight of hearing and feeling the rumble of an all-American eight-banger up front.

The Stang provides multiple drive modes, with Sport and Track perhaps holding the most appeal for spirited driving (there's also a drag strip option).

The interior is purposeful but relatively comfy, making it possible to conceive of the GT as a daily driver rather than as a weekend plaything. The overall vibe is certainly still Detroit, even though the Mustang has been tweaked to offer more of a Euro-racer impression.

The touchscreen running Ford's SYNC 3 system is responsive and not at all laggy, if modestly scaled in this car. There's all the usual stuff: navigation, a dandy audio system with SiriusXM, USB/AUX ports, Bluetooth connectivity, and Apple CarPlay and Android Auto.

You gotta let this pony run!

And I did, as much as I could on canyon roads and LA's freeways. Because I drive so many different types of high-performance cars, I try to make sure that I properly slot them into their segments. The Mustang naturally lines up against the Chevy Camaro and the Dodge Challenger.

But because the Stang is a rear-wheel-drive V8 that over more than 50 years has evolved into a viable performance-racing platform (not unlike it slightly older companion, the Corvette), I can't help but think about it when sampling V8-powered supercars and European speedsters that match up in terms of horsepower.

However, as good as the GT is to drive under all circumstances, where it truly shines is in serving up emotional and physical experiences. Yes, it's more of a thinking person's car than it used to be. But you still don't have to think that much. I've honestly come to absolutely love it, as much as I adore cars like the Mazda Miata.

Nothing about the 911 makes objective sense, but Porsche has spent so many years compensating for everything that's wrong with the 911 that the car is now a masterpiece.

For example, nobody puts the engine over the rear wheel anymore for a reason. The front-end is frankly weird-looking. The 911 simply isn't anything a modern designer would emulate.

But it all works, when taken together and integrated with the 911's long history. When you beef the base car up as Porsche has with the GTS, you also start to see how blissfully versatile this sport-car platform is.

Logical, right? Rear-wheel-drive car, rear-engine design, right? Except that it objectively makes the 911 a tail-heavy thing, and the trick forever with the car has been to overcome that by undertaking a multi-decade balancing act.

The motor itself is, like the "Coyote" V8 in the Stang, a legend. It's a 3.0-liter twin-turbocharged six-cylinder making 450 horsepower with 405 pound-feet of torque. Porsche's "boxer" engine can lay claim to being the best in the world, perhaps the best of all time.

I know, we're putting a turbo six against a naturally aspirated V8. With the Stang, the car sucks in air, squirts in gas, blows it all up, and puts that violence to the pavement. The 911 spins a pair of turbos to bolster compression and achieve horsepower numbers that more or less match up.

Same power, different means of getting there. But the best part of driving the 911 GTS, much like the Stang GT, is firing up the engine, listening to that initial roar, and then having the sweet rumble of much, much power fill your imagination with alluring images of open roads.

By the way, whereas the GT's spoiler is fixed, the GTS's will automatically extend at higher speeds.

Seventh gear is sort of pointless, as the lack of it in the Stang reveals. In both machines, you can happily hang out in third all day long, given the ability of both the six and eight to rev free and high before asking for a break.

The extra gear in the GTS does improve fuel economy. But not by much.

The GTS's interior is a lot more cockpit-like than the Stang's. And a lot more luxurious. Look, you're dropping well over 100,000 bones for this thing, so you expect exquisite leather and acres of Alcantara. That said, the GTS isn't a compromised 911. For example, the dreadful Porsche cupholders are still stowed in the dashboard and swing out; their skeletal nature as much as says, "Skip the Starbucks and focus on driving."

Like the Mustang, the Porsche has a pretty small infotainment screen. But it does all the same stuff. I prefer Sync 3, but Porsche's system gets the job done. Both my testers came with premium audio setups, an acoustically, I thought the Mustang sounded better, but chalk that up to a bit more interior space (and don't forget that the louder V8 in the GT means that you have to up the volume to hear your tunes).

Bottom line: it's a 911 with American V8 power.

In a sense, the 911's driving dynamics are what the Mustang is trying to get closer to. And the 911's power is aiming to mimic the Stang's straight-line gusto. Thus, a 911 0-60 mph time of fewer than 3.5 seconds.

The Porsche weight over 500 pounds less than the GT and its shows on the road. Not always a good thing, as all that horsepower and torque sitting inside a lightweight package can make the GTS difficult to manage under normal driving conditions. The Stang is a tamer horse in this respect. The 911 GTS likes to hang out on the edge, particularly in Sport and Sport Plus modes.

That said, the GTS like all 911s is magical in that once you get the hang of it, the car tells you how to drive it. No car puts you into a corner with more confidence, guiding you in and guiding you out as you feather the power and massage the brakes.

True, you can slip the rear end quite easily. But chalk that up to the torque and how effective the high-tech GTS is at getting it to the rear wheels. Don't worry, the suspension and the traction control and the brakes and the electric steering can keep it in check. Not to mention the rear-axle steering.

Ironically, the Mustangs of old used to present more oversteering thrills on this front, but the newest iteration of the GT has been domesticated. The Stang is much easier to drive than the GTS, although it lacks the GTS's aristocrat-of-speed spirit. What's true of both is that you can really feel the power. The GTS just sneaks it up on you, while the Stang announces it right away.

For about $80,000 less, you get 460 horsepower, two doors, four seats, and the kind of driving pleasure that Porsche has always boasted about and that this great American car has finally achieved. For over 50 years, we've had 911s and we've had Mustangs, a more often than not, those who would buy one or the other lived in different realms. Not so anymore, and Mustang is the bigger beneficiary of Ford's commitment to making the Stang a global sports car.

Not that the new GT will offend fans of good-old American muscle. It has plenty of it, and as I joked prior to the election last year, any country that has spent over five decades delivering Mustangs to the world is already great.

I love, love, love the 911 and for the money, the GTS is in my view the most 911 you could possibly want. Spending another 30 grand to obtain the additional 100 horsepower of the 911 Turbo strikes me as rather pointless.

But I've come to adore that Mustang, ever since the 2015 car hit. The 2018 edition is basically my go-to performance machine at this juncture. And best of all, it's crazy affordable. That's why this comparison actually does make sense. On paper, the GTS wins every time. On the road, and when peering into your wallet, the Mustang is a fighter.