Cool thing, the Wiesmann GT – a lovingly crafted identity crisis on 20-inch wheels. Part Jag XK120 (grille), part E-type racer (doors and bulbous haunches), part Austin Healey 3000 (side vents, tail, ground-sucking stance) and part Morgan Aeromax (roofline), it’s a style schizophrenic. And, somehow, extremely German. From the country that re-invented the Mini as a baby BMW comes the BMW-based cod-classic that emulates an entire ensemble of British sports car icons.

Nothing wrong with that. Far from looking like a startled, bug-eyed monster – the usual fate that befalls a shape-shifter frozen, mid-morph, in a terminal state of indecision – it is instead a rather beautiful coupe with enormous presence: tense, flushed with adrenalin, athletic, almost painfully graceful.