GTS… WITH A TWIST
The moment a sailing boat rises onto its plane, everything changes. It’s not just about the extra speed, intense though that is. Breaking through its own bow wave, the craft tenses its muscles. It’s more urgent to the tiller and sheets. Instead of moving in simple rhythm with the waves beneath, it skims, dancing, superimposing movements of its own onto your inputs. It’s no longer just you sailing; the craft gains its own animus. This is what happens when you’re on a good road in a fine mid-engined car. And the McLaren GT is one.
Drive the same road in the Continental GT and you’re aboard a displacement yacht. One that has great seakeeping qualities. It eases through the swells and sets its course with reassuring quiet dignity. It’s your long-distance home, and when things get stormy it’s your refuge, whereas on a planing boat, lengthy exposure can be exhausting.
We could waste an enjoyable evening and several pints arguing about the definition of a GT car. We all know the history: a race-type chassis carrying coachwork that added some style and comfort. In those days, long-distance speed depended
