And with that comes the soundtrack. Muffled by the helmet and taking a back seat to tyre squeal on occasion a bit earlier, the dual exhaust notes are now free to growl their way through the roofless cabin. It’s fantastic! I barely notice the 200km slipping by.
There’s still a good few clicks to run but I’ve already made conclusions. On-track the GT performed admirably, and muscling a V8 over chicanes and through apexes was a lot of fun, but that’s not where the Continental belongs. On these winding roads the V8 has been a sensation, and one wonders how it would fair being gunned on Middle Eastern stretches of tarmac. My guess? Pretty well.