You’ve probably heard the automotive press expound exponentially on the concept of ‘range anxiety’ as it applies to electric cars, but what of the ‘supercar sweats?’ You know, that feeling that descends on almost every exotic owner when called upon to park, navigate traffic, or go on a drive that lasts longer than a quick jaunt to the local show ‘n shine? After all, asphalt-scraping, bone-jarring suspension setups, blind spots the size of a refrigerator, and the constant danger of reckless drivers zooming from two lanes over to snap a photo while hanging inches off the bumper are hazards anyone who elects to daily drive their six-figure sports car regularly face.
Unless, of course, they’re piloting the 2017 Audi R8 Spyder, perhaps the friendliest 200-mph drop-top on the planet. This all-wheel drive, ten-cylinder teardrop of aluminum and steel manages to circumvent standard supercar stress by applying a thick veneer of civility over top of its nimble, apex-predator bones – and that’s not the only contextual sleight of hand performance by the R8, either. Underneath its Teutonic skin rides the same platform used by its Italian sibling, the Lamborghini Huracán, a car that is similarly easy-to-drive although not nearly as worry-free as the Audi for a number of reasons (in particular its ditch-digging chin and less-ergonomic cockpit and sight lines).
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