Driving the McLaren 570GT: A tourer masquerading as pure art
You know those buxom bikini babes who flesh out the sales push at motor shows? Well, their employment prospects are newly diminished, at least in the supercar segment.
This car has the curves. This car has the legs. This car will make your jaw plummet and your head whirr as it sashays by. This little beauty could win Miss Universe all on its own. This is the McLaren 570GT.
This is the Caravaggio of cars; the Van Gogh of vehicles. And I assure you – I’m not talking Pollocks.
If it is a work of art though, it is not just mute canvas but also an installation and performance piece. Bruce Springsteen was unfairly maligned by indie rock band Prefab Sprout for singing about cars and girls, but he could justifiably fill an entire double album serenading the 570GT.
The 570GT will give you 100km for 14.7 litres of petrol in town and 10.2 litres on the motorway
Like every good significant other, this car demands respect and attention and will hurt you if it does not feel like it is being shown sufficient deference. That is because it will move you from inert to 100km/h in 3.2 seconds, without giving your stomach the opportunity to catch up. It will carry on moving you up to a speed of 328km/h and subject you to what feels like astronaut-level G-forces as it propels you through corners. It can do this because its twin-turbocharged, 3.8-litre V8 engine produces 562 horsepower at 7,500 rpm and 600 Newton metres of torque at 5,000 rpm.