Gojira is dead. Japan’s motoring kaiju has been laid to rest, driven back into the icy depths of the Pacific and far away from this clanging metaphor. The supercar world is safe once again.
Because for the best part of 18 years, the ‘R35’ Nissan GT-R was busy laying waste to all that came before it. Including, in its very earliest incarnation, Jeremy Clarkson’s neck. “They haven’t built a new car here,” JC said, right before Nissan’s reanimated Godzilla attacked him. “They’ve built a new yardstick.”
