We investigate the cult of the Nissan GT-R, and take an original 'Godzilla' for a spin.
Daikoku Futo parking area, just off the Bayshore Route that connects Tokyo to Yokohama, on a dry and chilly February night in the mid-nineties. Four automobiles sit neatly parked, their owners huddled in a tight group. The smell of Marlboro smoke mixes with intoxicating exhaust fumes, as two Supras, an RX-7 and a 911 idle impatiently. One guy brandishes a local newspaper, his thumb hovering over an ad that proclaims, “Watches for sale. Premium brands. Meet at Daikoku PA, 12am February 10th.”