We Took the McLaren Artura Ice Drifting In the Arctic

It was -24°C when I arrived in Ivalo, Finland. The Arctic air cut through me so sharply it made my ears sting, the kind of cold that makes you question whether all those under-thermals are even real clothing. Above the Arctic Circle, the cold was biting, but that wasn’t the real challenge. The challenge awaited […]
Published: 6 March 2026
McLaren Artura

It was -24°C when I arrived in Ivalo, Finland. The Arctic air cut through me so sharply it made my ears sting, the kind of cold that makes you question whether all those under-thermals are even real clothing. Above the Arctic Circle, the cold was biting, but that wasn’t the real challenge. The challenge awaited outside Saariselkä, where a McLaren Artura sat, its body catching the pale light, tyres poised for 25km of frozen tracks.

This was the Pure McLaren Arctic Experience, a rare opportunity to test how far a 671-horsepower hybrid can be pushed before ice and physics intervene. For a few weeks each winter, customers retreat to a minimalist lodge to refine car control on frozen terrain, pushing supercars to their limits in a landscape as wild as the machines themselves. I was lucky to be among a small group of journalists invited to experience it firsthand.

The Artura is probably my favourite McLaren, smaller and more agile than the bigger, more powerful models. My car for the day was dressed in the striking MSO Paint “Colourstream” with a performance-themed black interior.

Beneath its carbon-fibre monocoque chassis lies a 3.0-litre twin-turbo V6 paired with an integrated electric motor, delivering 690 bhp and 531 lb-ft of torque through an 8-speed seamless shift gearbox. Adaptive double-wishbone suspension and ClubSport seats keep you planted, while full LED headlights, a Bowers & Wilkins audio system, and wireless smartphone charging add a modern, luxurious touch. From 0–62 mph in 3 seconds to the instant shove of its hybrid powertrain, the Artura feels alive with precision and purpose.

Driving on ice is equal parts thrill and precision, like dancing on a frozen lake without ever slipping. You feel every nuance of weight transfer, every subtle bite of the tyres. The rear slides just enough to tease, but not enough to humble you completely. You steer with your hands, yes, but mostly with your right foot. Push too hard, and the rear steps out; lift too early, and the slide dies. As my instructor Elliot put it succinctly, “Push, push, and let it slide.” It’s about reading the surface, trusting your senses, and enjoying the controlled chaos.

Sliding the Artura across a frozen lake is surprisingly easy. With the powertrain in Track mode, stability and traction control off, and a dab of throttle, the rear breaks traction effortlessly. Every corner, every slide, becomes a negotiation between your instincts and the car’s precision, aided by electronics that let you feel like a pro while the Artura quietly does the heavy lifting. The rush in your stomach when the rear breaks free is indescribable, a rollercoaster where you’re in full control.

The Artura itself is a marvel. Its twin-turbo V6 and electric motor deliver a surge that can make even a frozen lake feel like a walk in the park. Electric-only mode lets you glide silently across the ice, a magical counterpoint to the roaring bursts of combustion when you put your foot down. McLaren uses its hybrid system to make the Artura faster, smoothing power delivery and giving instant electric boost up to 130 km/h.

This experience isn’t just about speed. It’s about control: balancing power, weight, and traction, and sensing the rare moments when machine and driver move as one. Even in extreme cold, there is satisfaction in every perfectly executed slide, every corner handled with precision on a surface determined to betray you.

By the end of the day, after hours of sliding, stressing, and laughing at your own mistakes, you leave with more than adrenaline. You leave with a connection to the car, to the snow, and to the thrill of being utterly alive in a place most people will never see, let alone drive across.

Originally published on Esquire ME

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