TG goes in search of Aussie muscle
In honour of the weekend's Bathurst 1000, we go in search of proper Australian firepower...
Posted: 14 Oct 2013
After we've extricated ourselves from the gathered frenzy of questioning, we head towards Moolap and thence to Geelong and up towards Ballarat and Daylesford. The roads are an odd mix of twisty country lanes and mile-eating straights, rolling countryside framed by the windscreen. The GTS thrums, comfortably long-legged, surprisingly easy on fuel. Though this is a contextual statement based on the expectation of a supercharged V8 needing to be fed with the regularity of a newborn baby. The view, meanwhile, keeps on breathing out. The thing that keeps cropping up is a feeling of space, and an odd sort of calm. Like a prairie, once you're out of the main suburban areas, Australia feels tangibly spacious. People seem to have a little more time, and you start to understand why Australian cars are the way they are. It's a physically big country, and generous, loping cars feel appropriate here. Fuel is still relatively cheap, and there's a definite ‘if it ain't broke' attitude. Change, one suspects, is gradual and glacial. It doesn't need to be anything else.