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Review of The Grim R34per
I've always been a lover of Nissan Skylines, but it's been a tainted love over the past few years. Driving these beautiful machines out of the showroom is a pleasurable experience but I always got the feeling that beneath the bonnet in that sublime 2.6litre twin-turbo charged double-overhead camshaft, straight-six engine, there beats the heart of a caged animal that is just aching to be set free, to prowl the tarmac plains of the world, unrestricted by modern laws and technology.
I climb into a stock (R34) Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec 2 Nür...
Every time I drive this car I love the most, I always feel a twinge of disappointment, because I KNOW it is capable of so much more, despite already being so deliciously driveable as it stands. Where do I turn? I'm completely incapable myself of making this car into the beast it deserves to be, but thankfully, I've heard of a private tuning company comprised of a couple of petrol-head lunatics who are not worried about getting it wrong 100 times, so long as they finally get it right.... I leave my baby with Mad Finn Tuners who tell me to 'call back in a week' (charming!)...
Now I have to admit that I felt a little nervous when I went to Germany to collect the car. What could they have done to it? Was it destroyed? Could I drive it? So many questions swirled my mind, driving along the Autobahn until I reached my destination... Nurburgring Nordshleife.
After a few brief pleasantries, I got to see my car. It still looked like the same car, save for a descreet silver "MFT" emblazoned on each door.
I climbed in and started the ignition which whirred into life in a micro second.
The sound of the engine idling at the start/finish line is akin to an angel breathing softly into my ear... and when I opened that throttle, Thor himself would have stood back in astonishment as the gates of Hell themselves opened to the sound of the entire industrial revolution roaring into life.
My God.
As I tore off the line, my intestines set up base camp in my throat whilst my heart surged to the depths of my bowels. My face melted into the head rest and I gave up hope of actually breathing again. So much G was created on cornering that I could no longer tell where my seat ended and I began... This car, this wild tarmac-shredding beast took corners as though it were angry at the asphalt. Just a week ago I struggled to keep this GT-R on a track as it bounced around like the proverbial jumping bean but now... corners came and went so fast I wasn't sure if I was driving the car, or it was driving me. Towards the end of Kesselchen and Klostertal I dared to glance momentarily at the speedo.. 201mph!!! Christ, we're not even done yet!...
Not 5 minutes later I sat in the car park gathering my thoughts. And my internal organs... What did i think?...
Seriously? 10/10. I've driven almost 20 laps of Nurburgring today, each lap as enjoyable and as terrifying as the last and I am struggling to find fault with this car. I defy anyone to find a better car than this.. I can assure you that if you do, it'll probably have the letter "C" in the name.
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I've always been a lover of Nissan Skylines, but it's been a tainted love over the past few years. Driving these beautiful machines out of the showroom is a pleasurable experience but I always got the feeling that beneath the bonnet in that sublime 2.6litre twin-turbo charged double-overhead camshaft, straight-six engine, there beats the heart of a caged animal that is just aching to be set free, to prowl the tarmac plains of the world, unrestricted by modern laws and technology.
I climb into a stock (R34) Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec 2 Nür...
Every time I drive this car I love the most, I always feel a twinge of disappointment, because I KNOW it is capable of so much more, despite already being so deliciously driveable as it stands. Where do I turn? I'm completely incapable myself of making this car into the beast it deserves to be, but thankfully, I've heard of a private tuning company comprised of a couple of petrol-head lunatics who are not worried about getting it wrong 100 times, so long as they finally get it right.... I leave my baby with Mad Finn Tuners who tell me to 'call back in a week' (charming!)...
Now I have to admit that I felt a little nervous when I went to Germany to collect the car. What could they have done to it? Was it destroyed? Could I drive it? So many questions swirled my mind, driving along the Autobahn until I reached my destination... Nurburgring Nordshleife.
After a few brief pleasantries, I got to see my car. It still looked like the same car, save for a descreet silver "MFT" emblazoned on each door.
I climbed in and started the ignition which whirred into life in a micro second.
The sound of the engine idling at the start/finish line is akin to an angel breathing softly into my ear... and when I opened that throttle, Thor himself would have stood back in astonishment as the gates of Hell themselves opened to the sound of the entire industrial revolution roaring into life.
My God.
As I tore off the line, my intestines set up base camp in my throat whilst my heart surged to the depths of my bowels. My face melted into the head rest and I gave up hope of actually breathing again. So much G was created on cornering that I could no longer tell where my seat ended and I began... This car, this wild tarmac-shredding beast took corners as though it were angry at the asphalt. Just a week ago I struggled to keep this GT-R on a track as it bounced around like the proverbial jumping bean but now... corners came and went so fast I wasn't sure if I was driving the car, or it was driving me. Towards the end of Kesselchen and Klostertal I dared to glance momentarily at the speedo.. 201mph!!! Christ, we're not even done yet!...
Not 5 minutes later I sat in the car park gathering my thoughts. And my internal organs... What did i think?...
Seriously? 10/10. I've driven almost 20 laps of Nurburgring today, each lap as enjoyable and as terrifying as the last and I am struggling to find fault with this car. I defy anyone to find a better car than this.. I can assure you that if you do, it'll probably have the letter "C" in the name.
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