“A new Infiniti G37S Coupé has arrived on the Management Fleet? Where are the keys?”
Leaving the multi-storey car park like a scolded cat I immediately noticed something a bit odd. No, not odd in a some people actually like the taste of fish kind of way but more in a state of surprise like trying your first Big Kahuna Burger:”Mmm-mmm, that is a tasty burger.”
I actually drove Infiniti’s G37 saloon last year for the first time, and racked up some serious mileage in only a few days – luxo-barge par excellence as we have come to expect from Infiniti. I had expected something similar in the coupé but the G37S is so much more. But lets get the other stuff out of the way first.
Most luxury car storage capability is measured in golf bags, so I was relieved to notice a sticker in the boot highlighting that two full sacks of sticks could easily be accommodated. I could therefore (hypothetically) collect Rory McIlroy in the G37S AND go and pot some balls around the golf pitch. Our caddies would have to travel by taxi as some of the basic requirements for a good caddie are a head and pair of legs and neither seems to have been massively catered for in the back. I so rarely concern myself with the comfort of my caddie that this causes me little concern though.
Weight saving was probably quite far down the list of priorities when the designers were shortlisting which dead cow hide would yield the most tactile pleasure. That said, the G37S does not feel like a heavy luxury coupé. It feels genuinely sporty and, dare I say it, a little bit frisky?