The GSF is interesting, because it’s radical. But it’s also executive & gentlemanly. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. The car-guy in me wanted to jump out there & smugly hate it before I drove it. Why? Because I’m not a gentleman, and I was adamant that you can’t have 100% luxury AND 100% performance in the same car. Even though I love AC in the seats.
Haha but my experience has always been, if you want raw/lustful performance, you’ve gotta sacrifice elsewhere. You’ve gotta be a little uncomfortable… a little rattled. In short – you’ve gotta earn it. That’s the kind of car guy I am. My ‘color spectrum’ is all the way pegged at the performance end. Luxury is not my deal.
So the real significance of the GSF, is that over the course of a week, it had the power to totally 180 my perspective on these types of cars. It cleared my head from all the M5 0ver-hype I’ve never quite understood.
Like I said, the GSF is a total wolf in sheep’s clothing – especially in black. It swoops under the radar. Glides past state troopers. Envelopes you in that Lexus serenity, luxury, and tranquility… with just a small does of rumble.
But hammer down, and it’s an ambush! The car breaks out & explodes in thunderous acceleration. The exhaust note is 200% pure satisfaction. Triple-digit-MPH still inside of 3rd gear… and you have 8. The auto transmission snaps through shifts under power better than any auto I’ve driven (Sport+). Suspension is tightly wrangled (Sport+). Steering is perfectly on point (Sport+). Your kids will love it. You wife will reprimand you. But you won’t be able to hear her.
And then just like that, it all goes away when you peel your foot off the gas pedal. The tornado dissipates. Everything floats back down. And the low-volume sound of talk radio fills the cabin once again, like nothing ever happened. It’s a beautiful thing.
