The Nissan GT-R is not everyone’s cup of tea. One man’s engineering masterpiece is another man’s Millennium Dome. We understand. Not every soul in the Autocar office is besotted with the Japanese giant-killer.

Neither was I until we borrowed the 2012 model for an utterly frivolous drag race at the tail-end of the year.

Chilly mornings on a deserted runway are custom-made for the GT-R. If half-mile sprints are its bread and butter, the similarly-priced Jaguar XFR and Chevrolet Corvette Grand Sport are the ham and mustard. All were easily devoured by the uprated and insatiable Godzilla.

Reams have already been written about the propulsive quality of Nissan’s finest, but it really has to be experienced to be believed. Launch control on or off, manual or automatic shifts engaged, whether you’re really paying attention or not, the GT-R explodes from a standing start like a particle-accelerated proton.

Okay, so it’s fast. But does it really justify its newly increased, heavyweight price tag? Well, had my experience of the latest model been limited to a drag race then the answer to that £72,000 question may well have been no

Bruntingthorpe’s wide, windswept straight has a habit of sucking the context out of cars at the best of times, and the GT-R’s outrageous supremacy was ultimately about as endearing as Man City winning the Premier League title with five games to go.