I thought I knew what visceral meant. I also thought I’d never get used to the attention you draw, pulling up in a supercar. The McLaren 650S Spider educated me on both, first by smearing my body into a paste as it slammed me back against the seat with its fist of acceleration, and second with a jolt of unexpected patriotism.
The default setting for most British people is “mildly embarrassed demurring,” but I realized early on that it just wouldn’t fly with the 650S. Nobody – even in LA, where supercars are fairly commonplace – wanted an unnecessary apology and the explanation that no, it didn’t actually belong to me. They wanted horsepower and top speed and, often, to know just what McLaren is.
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