The disposal of the SLS’s gullwing doors perhaps ought to have made the GT an easier car to get in and out of.
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.
