REBORN IDENTITY
SPAIN HAS SOME OF THE FINEST ROADS IN THE world. Today’s, to the west of Seville, are sensationally smooth and sinuous, oozing across the topographic crags and contours of the Andalusian countryside like a winding rivulet of well-used engine oil. So geometrically consistent, so perfectly cambered, so easy to read, they’re giving the GR86 a ‘fill your boots’ free pass with no tricky challenges to spoil the party. For now, at least.
This is great. The GR86, like the GT86 before it, is all about fun and involvement within a sane speed frame. On roads like these it feels optimum, lithe and agile, biddable to the nth degree, delivering just enough thrust to tweak neck muscles, never so much it warps distance perception to the next tight right-hander. Brake feel is firm, the stoppers strong and seemingly unfadeable. Would I wish for anything more? Right now, on this calibre of curvy blacktop, probably not. Why are we here in southern Spain? Toyota’s launch planners aren’t silly.
Yet everyone present surely knows that the fruits of the Gazoo Racing
