MOST POWERFUL AMG YET HAS A DARK HEART
BUCKING THROUGH the long, fast and lumpy Lausitzring right-hander, the rear tyres shufflestep sideways in time with the bumping beat. Up front, the gravelly flat-plane rasp of the twin-turbo V8 edges towards crescendo as throttle is squeezed on and steering lock wound off.
Short straight. Accelerate.
Other noises cut through the increasing engine thrash and exhaust blare. The suspension, from which every micron of cushioning rubberiness seems to have been eradicated, contributes some low-pitched thudding. Faint clunks and louder whines come from the transaxle behind the cabin. All this is randomly punctuated by the sharp rapping of track debris on
