THE AMG GT BLACK SERIES IS HUNGRY. Not just peckish, but full-on, stomach churningly, dementedly ravenous. It sits idling in the cold air on the broad expanse of the West Circuit pitlane at Bedford Autodrome, a hint of agitation to its note but surprisingly reserved as it ticks over, while its giant mouth, now even bigger than that of the GT R and GT R Pro models and inspired by the GT3-spec racer, demands to be fed. Air, or a 991.2 GT2 RS for brunch, perhaps? Me, as a tough and tasteless hors d’oeuvres? Glistening Armco with a sodden grass jus for high tea, given the weather conditions today? I hardly dare contemplate that particular scenario, nor the fact that the Black costs a formidable £335,000.
This superhero AMG is…