With my foot pinned to the brake pedal coming into a corner, the Mercedes-AMG GT R barks as it flicks down another gear. Its front end is eager, diving toward the apex with commitment. Cresting the uphill turn, a slow roll onto the throttle wakes the front-mid-mounted V-8, the power rotates the rear as the GT R squats out of the corner. Ears ringing, engine bellowing, more speed than I’d care to admit.
These moments always stand out—when it’s clear you’re not driving a good car, but a great one. A McLaren 720S on first corner exist, a Shelby Cobra 289 on first rotation, an S2000 hitting VTEC, and now a Mercedes-AMG GT R Roadster browbeating its way up Bear Mountain.
The speed isn’t the magic. Of