A new stable mate for the old girl and (probably- cos its not sold yet) to replace the 996 GT3. A 2013 McLaren 12C spider.
The first week has seen 1000 miles under the wheels taking in a Central London traffic jam, motorway schlep, Oxfordshire country roads and a trackday at Silverstone. WHAT A CAR. Caution is always needed during the natural honeymoon period but I have never owned something with such a breadth of talent.
The technical details appeal to the engineer in me; the carbon fibre tub (a very safe place to be) the hydraulic suspension (and excellent ride quality), the air brake, the TVR-esque door 'handles'. And considering this as their first production road car, the quality of construction and tactility of the switch gear is very special indeed.
As is the transformation from Sunday school virgin to rabid whore with a press of the throttle and the full deployment of over 600 horses. If you are able to do this without the utterance - or shouting- of some rude words, good on you.
A bit of ying / yang.
Tacho still in the right place.
The most frugal supercar? This was bumbling along a 50mph A road in morning traffic. It can also return mid single digits.
A 43 years technology gap. Both great fun.
