There is a violence at the centre of this car that is as terrifying as it is magnificent. It is not for the faint of heart.
I’m not really sure for whom the Gunther Werks F-26 has been created – Superman, perhaps. But whoever drives it needs to know what they’re doing because, if not, it could all go very wrong, very quickly indeed. And be troublingly expensive to put right given that most of its body parts are fashioned from carbon fibre, beneath which sits a largely handmade 4-litre version of the air-cooled, Hans Mezger-designed flat-six, looking so beautiful within its shiny engine bay. It doesn’t bear thinking about how much it might cost to replace.
But then you don’t buy a car like this wondering how much it will cost to fix, if and when things go wrong. Being a superhero, you presumably just wire the money across, climb in, fire up, and drive away at Mach 2. But a word of warning before you do. I’ve driven a few cars over the years, some of which have been quite fast and very scary, but I think this one – subjectively at least – could be the fastest and scariest of them all. So careful with that axe, Eugene, before you wind the engine mode round to oblivion and mash the throttle open wide. To begin with, even you might find it all a bit much.
