TANGERINE SCREAM

As the first of AMG’s GT Black Series lands on Indian shores, we hit a near-freezing track for one wild ride

-  ADAM TOWLER

THE AMG GT BLACK SERIES IS HUNGRY. Not just peckish, but full-on, stomach-churningly, dementedly ravenous. It sits idling in the cold air on the broad expanse of the West Circuit pitlane at Bedford Autodrome, a hint of agitation to its note but surprisingly reserved as it ticks over, while its giant mouth, now even bigger than that of the GT R and GT R Pro models and inspired by the GT3-spec racer, demands to be fed. Air, or a 991.2 GT2 RS for brunch, perhaps? Me, as a tough and tasteless hors d’oeuvres? Glistening Armco with a sodden grass just for high tea, given the weather conditions today? I hardly dare contemplate that particular scenario, nor the fact that the Black costs a small fortune.

This superhero AMG is the nastiest-looking, most amusingly caricature-like supercar this side of a firstgen Dodge Viper GTS. Its rear wing is as tall as the roof, always the sign of a real troublemaker – see Audi S1 E2, Porsche 935 (the original one) and plenty of others – and when you stand head-on to the front number plate the Black’s footprint and dimensions are wickedly extravagant, verging on the surreal. There’s just… So. Much. Car.

Having said that, there’s one element missing: it simply doesn’t sound like the devil’s chariot, and if you’ve done your homework you’ll already know that the reason for this is what makes this car especially interesting.