Actually, you can feel where the money’s gone in this car. It accelerates like no other, and rides like it’s on rails. I took tight, twisty turns at 60mph, and didn’t once feel the car slip. It’s scary-fast. But the speed seems natural, even safe, riding on big, fat tires. That’s good. Here’s the bad news: there’s a substantial blind spot off the rear passenger side. And the racing-inspired seats–which hug the body around the waist, hips and thighs–are built more for bony Italian racing boys than for amply-hipped Americans. Who cares? This car is poetry in motion. And I needed to go on a diet anyway.
Tip: Surprisingly easy to drive; polite street manners in a true race car.
