Time to go over the top of the island and run some windy roads! That's what we all came here to see, right?
This car doesn't sweat. I started off easy. Hey, it's not my car, I'm still feeling it out and I haven't really done spirited driving in years. By the time I made it up to Hedo any uncertainty I had was gone. The car and I were plugged in, it was talking to me and I was starting to understand what it was saying. Every corner was getting faster, braking was coming later, power was being tapped earlier on exit, I was getting better and better at juking around the torque curve. Pause to take some more porn pics and take a leak.
Time to head back down the other side. The intro class was over, it was time for the exam. I won't say I was pushing as hard as I could. I won't say that I was pushing the car as hard as it could go. Let's just say if you drove a Toyota Aqua or whatever the base rental cars are the same way, Sky would have had to dispatch a tow truck and an ambulance. Those roads on the east side are pure corner porn! I know the guys that run that route regular are probably bored and snorting derisively, but think about the first time you ran them at double, sometimes triple the posted limit, banging your shifts at the right times, picking the good apexes and being rewarded with fast exits and good setups for the next, oh wait, this one is even better than the last one! You know how much fun I was having.
Yes, I understood this car very well now. I could look ahead and know exactly what gear that was going to take, ease it up a bit because it's a new road and I don't know it, after the end shows itself, speed up to what it will require and set up for the next. At no time did I feel the car was anywhere near its limit. It patiently waited for my command, did it exactly like I wanted, better than I expected and seemed to hope my next request would be more of a challenge. I was dead quiet, breathing in a regimented and deliberate fashion, scanning mechanically and 100% focused on what I was doing. The car was yawning and doing it's nails between control inputs. It's like I was the virgin and the car was a $3000 a night escort doing her best to humor me as I clumsily thrust my little pecker in her all wrong. As I pulled into the Lawson south of Schwab to unwind and replenish my electrolytes from all the clumsy sex I took another pic of the "girlfriend" I rented, because I had fallen in love with a prostitute and I didn't care who couldn't understand our love.
Then the RX8 drove by.