Most In A Shell

- Bertrand D'souza

Now I could either start this review with a pop…crackle…bang, which’s the note the exhaust throws up on the overdraft. It spits and burbles, and it is at its sweetest when you activate the baffles that raise the decibel level on that exhaust note. Or I could simply start off this review with the legacy of the AMG GT and how MercedesAMG have now given their sportscar brand a fourth and fifth dimension as a Roadster, with the GT and GT C trims. Obviously, the former sounds like more fun, no? But here’s the thing, the car is a Grand Tourer and keeping with the spirit of being a roadster you keep the top down and cruise, and that sort of motoring suits a country like the USA. That, however, also means things are not going to get very fast simply because in this land there are innumerably more straights than there are twisties, majorly restricted speed, so dynamic and visceral are probably two things you won’t hear in my story. In fact, at points on our drive, especially the bits involving the interstate, things got so downright boring that we yawned and then some more. In a GT that sounds absurd but the expanse of North America in hindsight simply isn’t the backdrop for a car like this. Europe would have been much better.