Mу backside is in roughly the spot that youd usually find a rear passengers shoes. Which means that from where Im sitting – head buried behind B – pillar – 1 cant see the Ferrari, Lamborghini and Merc idling rowdily beside me. Cant see anything much at all, in fact. Except skyscrapers. Hope the other drivers realise my visual predicament. And dont fully realise what theyre up against. Angry bursts of revs signal their readiness. I hold three fingers out of the window of Nissans diddiest SUV. I fold one in, then another…
The Juke – R is what happens when junior 4×4 and senior supercar get jiggy. Think of it as a cross – fertilisation programme in which GM crops and an agricultural laboratory have been substituted for non – GM cars and a professional racing outfits, uh, non – laboratory. The cut n shut is broadly horizontal, the Jukes top half plonked on the GT – Rs bottom. That sounds a straightforward operation, but, in reality, its anything but.
