Intimidation, it turns out, is green. And wide, loud, long of bonnet, short of temper, fat of tyre and hairy of arse. Yes, the Mercedes-AMG GT R is a supercar. It conforms to all the tropes except the one that demands the engine should be behind the driver.
So here it is on a track, creating balls-out smoky mayhem, thrashing a set of Michelin’s finest, the vapourised remains of which are filling my nostrils and fugging the cockpit. A car with more power than traction (with the traction off, obvs) is something everyone ought to experience. It’s up for a spot of bad behaviour, the GT R. Which ought to come as no surprise. Ladies and gentlemen, we have surely reached peak AMG.
Images: Rowan Horncastle
This feature originally appeared in issue 291 of Top Gear magazine