Mercedes meets muscle car: the AMG GT S reviews

The AMG GT S is Merc’s Mustang. It feels exciting and raw. More raw than any other car in the price bracket.

The Mercedes-AMG GT S “has a bonnet that’s seven miles longer than necessary,” Clarkson says.

Have you ever tried to send a text from the back of a London cab? The suspension is so catastrophically hard that it’s just about impossible.

Life is a lot smoother in the new four-wheel-steer Mercedes Vito Taxi vans, but these too come with a drawback. The windows don’t go down, so after 800m on a hot day you start to feel like Alec Guinness in that box.

Of course life is a lot more comfortable — and cheaper — if you use Uber, yet somehow I just can’t bring myself to make the change. I don’t know why. I’m not the sort of person who won’t have a mobile phone because “there’s nothing wrong with a good old-fashioned red phone box” and I’m not writing this on a typewriter. But there’s something about Uber that feels wrong.

Maybe it’s the name. Nobody likes a word that begins with U. Or maybe it’s the way Uber cars are driven: I follow them sometimes and it’s as though the driver has just ingested a litre of pethidine. And then there’s the smell. It’s an aroma that comes with its own mass.

There’s another thing too. I wonder what damage Uber is doing to the Mercedes-Benz brand. Because nobody is going to get out of an Uber E-Class and think, “Mmmm, yes, I have got to get one of those.” The suspension is invariably worn out, the upholstery always has at least one worrying stain and the dash is always festooned with wires to power the driver’s sat nav, which you notice is programmed to work only in Kampala.

I know Mercs aren’t like that in real life. But you don’t. To the Uber customer Mercs are vomitus and horrid.

Which brings me neatly on to the problem you have if you are in the market for a six-figure GT car. It’s a nice problem, the sort of thing you could sort out in your head while lying on your back on a summer’s day in a field full of wildflowers. It’s this: there are now many GT cars costing six figures — or thereabouts — and they’re all very good.

And now, to make the decision even harder, there’s the car you see in the photograph, the AMG GT S. Which is not billed as a Mercedes because this has nothing to do with the diesel E-Class in which you came home last night. Can we be clear on that? Good. So let’s move on.

In the beginning was the SLS AMG, a silly-money quasi-supercar I completely loved. It was fast only in theory because in practice it simply spun its rear wheels and went sideways. Really, it should have had wipers on the side windows.

What it had instead were gull-wing doors, and I’ll let you into a little secret. No one has ever watched anyone climbing from a car with up-and-over doors and thought, “Crikey. I bet that bloke is intelligent and blessed with a gigantic penis.”

The SLS AMG, then, was a stupid car for stupid show-offs, which probably explains why I liked it. I liked the noise. You may remember it was used as the Formula One safety car, and even when the racers didn’t sound like vacuum cleaners, you could still hear it — a thundering baritone to the wailing treble.

Anyway, the new car sits on the same basic chassis as the SLS but costs, for reasons not entirely clear, almost £50,000 ($96,300) less. Sure, you don’t get gull-wing doors — which is a good thing — or the old 6.2-litre V8. But that’s not the end of the world either because what you do get is a wondrous 4.0-litre dry-sump V8 twin turbo.

It’s clever too. The turbos sit in the middle of the V, which makes the engine incredibly small. And that means it can be located low down and behind the front axle, for a lower centre of gravity and better weight distribution.

There’s more racy stuff because the seven-speed insta-shift flappy-paddle gearbox sits at the back of the car, being fed by a carbon-fibre prop shaft.

The GT S is light for a car of this size and it’s almost unnerving. Because from behind the wheel it feels as if you are sitting at the back of a supertanker. The bonnet is so vast that if it arrives on time, you will be 20 minutes late. It’s not just long either. It’s so wide someone could land a medium-sized helicopter on it.

It’s odd, then. Because here is a car with many track-oriented features and many buttons that will turn it from a cruiser into a Nurburgring barnstormer. And yet it has a bonnet that’s seven miles longer than necessary.

I think I know why. Behind all the racing paraphernalia and the Mercedes suede and silicone, this is a modern-day muscle car. It’s Merc’s Mustang. You sense this when you drive it. The GT S feels as though there’s very little rubber in the bushes and only the smallest amount of insulation between you and the oily bits. It feels raw. Much more raw than any other Mercedes and any of the other cars that you can buy for this sort of money. It feels — how can I put this? — extremely exciting.

It looks exciting as well. I’m not going to say it’s pretty because it isn’t. The windscreen is wilfully upright and the back just sort of tapers away to a sea of nothingness. But, ooh, it has presence. You get one of these in your rear-view mirror and you will get out of the way.

On a day-to-day basis, it’s swings and roundabouts. The hatchback at the rear is good and the boot’s big. But it’s wide. And avoid the optional carbon-ceramic brakes, which work like a switch. One minute you’re going along and the next you have a broken nose.

Inside? It’s close to faultless. Maybe the gear lever is too far back and maybe the sat-nav screen looks an afterthought, but it has everything you could want. Of all the vehicles in this bit of the market, it’d almost certainly be my choice.

Mercedes AMG GT S: Sports car

Engine: 4.0-litre turbocharged V8 petrol

Outputs: 375kW at 6250rpm and 650Nm at 1750rpm

Transmission: Seven-speed dual-clutch automatic, rear-wheel drive

Average fuel consumption: 9.4 litres per 100km

Price:£110,500 ($295,000 plus on-road costs)

Rating:4 out of 5

Verdict: The Mustang that Waitrose would sell you