Nissan GT-R: Oh Shrek, squeeze me till it hurts ‘Yes, the GT-R is an ugly son of a bitch, and there are some stupid gimmicks, but this car is a genuine phenomenon’ Are you a serious car enthusiast? I mean, really serious? Do you drive round every corner as fast as the laws of physics will allow? Do you open the taps whenever you can to revel in the intoxicating, mesmerising power of internal combustion? Does G-force tickle your G-spot? Do you talk about torque at parties? Are cars, for you, the light and the life and the meaning of everything? Right. Well why don’t you have a Nissan GT-R, then? The GT-R is not designed to impress other people. There is no hand-stitched leather and no monogrammed luggage. It’s a Nissan, too — a Morphy Richards in a world where Dolce & Gabbana rules. Does it look good? No. Will it turn heads? No. But only because no one’s neck muscles can move that fast. The GT-R is designed to examine carefully the scientific laws that govern movement and then sys...
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