A Used Mercedes-AMG GT Now Costs the Same as a New Toyota Supra

Depreciation has created one of the wildest performance car crossovers on the market. It’s a perfect example of how luxury performance cars lose value fast, forcing buyers to choose between modern reliability or outrageous power and prestige.

Mercedes-AMG GT

so imagine this, you scroll through listings, and bam a used amg gt sitting there for like, $65k. same as a brand new supra. and you stare at the screen for a minute, thinking, “this makes no sense,” but also “this makes perfect sense.” because that v8, man, that twin-turbo, it doesn’t just make noise, it announces itself. i heard one in traffic once and genuinely thought the world cracked open. the hood’s so long the first time you drive it you feel like you need radar up front. not even kidding. smells rich too leather, faint hint of cologne, maybe regret from the last owner.

Toyota Supra

and the supra, the new supra, so… yeah, it’s good, great even, but it’s like an echo of a legend, you know? but the steering’s twitchy and you can’t shake the fact that somewhere a bmw engineer is laughing quietly. i saw one in red once, looked perfect till i noticed the interior smelled exactly like a 3-series. kinda broke the spell.

BMW M2

then there’s this one, the m2. baby bmw monster. shorter, stubbier version with anger management issues. about $63k now? roughly. such a fun little tank though. i drove one once through some backroads and when you hit boost, you just start giggling. like you’re part of a bad idea that worked. smells like burnt clutch and new tires. i’d take it over a supra on some days. other days i’d just stare at the amg again like an idiot.

Porsche Cayman S

okay, okay, before anyone rolls their eyes yeah, the cayman’s not v8 or anything but it drives like it’s reading your mind. low, smooth, loud just enough. around seventy grand new, which feels unfair when an amg is sitting in the same price bracket used, right? i once sat in one and it smelled weirdly fresh, like laundry detergent. maybe the owner just loved his microfiber cloths too much. not gonna lie though, i’d pick this if i had to dodge repair bills.

Chevy Corvette C7

the c7 is wild. last of the front-engine corvettes that actually sound like monsters. used ones hover around, what, fifty-ish? so you could potentially buy one and a decent used civic with your “supra budget.” when you start it, it sounds like a war crime. but then you look around inside and realize… yeah, still plastic city. smells like old GM glue. fun though, like that rough-around-the-edges kid who somehow wins every race.

Jaguar F-Type R

this, this is style that screams for attention at 3 AM. a used one costs like fifty-five grand, which feels like a prank when you see how pretty it is. v8, louder than it should be, tail-happy like it’s trying to kill you gently. and the interior smells like cologne you can’t afford. i sat in one once and it literally felt like sitting inside a bar where the furniture flirts with you. i get the appeal.

Nissan GT-R

the godzilla still lurks. old ones, the ones with stage-whatever tunes, go for around sixty or seventy. people pretend it’s outdated but it still accelerates like the fabric of reality is glitching. i remember riding in one, ears ringing, head hurting, still smiling. smelled like rubber, burnt everything, and pride. feels less like a car and more like a trauma experience you start missing immediately.

Aston Martin V8 Vantage

oh man. the old ones. about sixty grand, depending on the courage of your wallet. one of those cars where you slow down just to look at the reflection of yourself driving it. it doesn’t need to be the fastest because the exhaust does all the talking. it’s classy chaos. everything inside smells of confidence and maintenance costs. but the keys, oh my god, the fob alone feels heavy enough to cost money.

Dodge Viper SRT10

and then, because we’re being totally unhinged now viper. it’s not nice, it’s not civilized. but sometimes that’s what you want. those early 2000s ones run about seventy grand used. i sat near one once and the heat radiating off the hood felt illegal. it rumbles differently. every time you blip the throttle, it’s like the car just growled at the idea of safety. maybe that’s the trade buy chaos instead of comfort.