In practice, it hasn’t made much difference. But the act of lowering yourself, dangling your backside over a sill wide and high enough to sit on, and then levering your legs up under your chin to squeeze your feet past the unusually close A-pillars doesn’t irk much. It really only increases the anticipation you feel in the build-up to thumbing that large starter button.
Credit to AMG, while we’re on the subject, for doing a sufficiently thorough job of the right-hand drive conversion that the starter button has been moved to the driver’s side of the transmission tunnel console.
That centre console seems to have risen and swollen from normal proportions like some shiny metallic soufflé, but it could hardly feel more solid.
It’s dominated by eight buttons and knobs, all of them tactile and well labelled but sufficiently oversized that they wouldn’t look out of place on a toddler’s pedal car. Bigger is better in most things in the GT’s world. So it’s odd that the tiddly gear selector lever feels undernourished in your hand and is sited too far aft for optimum convenience.
The cabin design occasionally favours dramatic effect over usability, which is probably as it should be. The hazard warning toggle button is located on a roof console, making you feel like a fighter pilot as you come in to land on the hard shoulder. The analogue speedometer, meanwhile, is sufficiently heroically scaled and hard to read that the digital repeater is an absolute necessity.