If you’d asked me a week ago what my car of the decade was, I probably wouldn’t have picked the GT-R, because until a week ago I hadn’t driven one. Which is one of those peculiar anomalies that life conjures up, because I was one of the first people outside Nissan to see the GT-R before its launch. It took me over two years from the first sight of the extraordinary Nissan to actually slotting one into drive and easing it out of the car park.
It was worth the wait and has, like my first Ferrari, somewhat recalibrated my opinions about what makes a car truly great. And in the case of the Nissan, it’s everything.
When the Nissan blokes pulled the cover off the GT-R, on a shimmery, clear summer day in Japan two years ago I wanted to ring people and tell them about how utterly mad, utterly unlike anything else this thing looked. It still does – totally Japanese, like a spaceship.