PHOTOGRAPHY TOBY THYER
As cliches go, it’s a good one. A Nismo GT-R cutting through the portside streets of Yokohama in Japan next to the shining mini theme park, the afternoon light spearing through the big wheel trying to pin the spokes to the sea. The brief howl of the V6 across a junction, turbo boost, the scrabble of the all-wheel drive, the vitality and muscle of it. As cures for jet lag go, a few indiscreet button pushes for transmission bias and traction control are enough to wake you very quickly indeed.
The GT-R can’t completely hide its years, mind. It takes a while for the gearbox to wake up and release from Park when you first start it, the throttle generally more elastic in its call and response from the engine than you remember. Boost feels like it takes more time to arrive and there’s no blue pill for an easy fix, the interior verging on the retro. And yet I still love it. It’s all subjective – the GT-R hasn’t got slower... everything else has got faster. Set the modes correctly, get the motor on boost and jam it in the right gear, and the GT-R will still scare the doubt from behind your eyes on a run up the expressway.