Ford GT review

It’s very bare in here. There’s an acreage of flat, plain carbon, no carpets, basic heating controls, and the infotainment screen is from a Fiesta. The luxury layer is missing. It’s a reminder that this is a car you’re meant to drive, not pose about in.

I’m still not sure about the steering wheel. It might ape the racing car’s with all the controls on it and the odd hexagonal shape, but it’s just not quite as good to hold as it should be, despite the Alcantara trim. It’s a small point – and here’s another. The seats aren’t as aggressively shaped and bucketed as you might expect. They’re slightly soft with shallow thigh bolsters and mounted a touch high in relation to the rest of the cockpit. I was doubtful about how hard they’d hold you, but on track I never felt like I was falling out of them, so I’ll chalk them down as deceptively supportive.

Two people fit much better than you might expect given they’re sat as close to each other as the occupants of a Lotus Elise, but there’s very little space to put anything. The 11-litre boot is smaller than most gloveboxes. There isn’t one of those. No cupholders either. Barely anywhere for a phone or wallet.

But forget all that, because what matters is the way the cabin makes you feel, which aside from your comfy buttocks, is very, very eager to get going. The controls on the steering wheel are ergonomically fine, and there’s a delicious tactility to the knurled metal knobs that control the driving modes and wipers, and the gearbox on the centre console. It feels eventful and exciting.