I effortlessly negotiate a medium left under full throttle, exiting the curve with a slight drift as I absolutely devour asphalt down a quarter-mile straight. The lateral grip caught me off-guard, but it’s the relentless acceleration that exasperates the situation. It just… doesn’t… stop. I had a similar experience a couple of years ago in a Lamborghini Revuelto at Willow Springs – but this is a midsize station wagon with suitcases and a fragile dinnerware set stowed in the back.
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