Isn't there some law against self incrimination?
I picked an upscale lunch spot that my peers frequent. It happened to be several miles away.
I puttered around for a while. Had to get aquatinted. The R8 was equipped with the fool proof R-Tronic auto-manual. I hate driving a manual in traffic. I am always in traffic, so I was happy. The steering was so sharp, it took a few turns and curves to get used to. A few quick starts from lights, but kept it under 50 MPH since there were a lot of cars on the road.
I had to get the car warmed up so I would be able to do a proper highway merge. I floored it on the entrance ramp and quickly hit 110 MPH. I immediately exited. He asked me why, but he received an answer when I hit 130+ MPH on the next entrance ramp.
He told me I owed him about $5 for the gas I wasted.
The rest of the drive was rather docile. I cruised at 80 to 90 MPH in the far left lane. Did some quick lane changes around a guy doing 45 MPH. Idiot.
Ate steak. Drank scotch.
The ride back to the office was roughly the same, but I held back a bit more. I wanted to see how the car would function as a daily driver. This is my bud's daily driver. I took the entrance ramp at around 70 MPH and, once merged in, floored it to get to the left lane. The pick-up from 70 MPH to 100+ MPH was flawless.
This is going to be a weekly thing. I think.
Now I want an R8. My wife is making me get a sedan. At least she's letting me get the best beast of a sedan in the world. I shouldn't complain. I am definitely trying to sell her on the R8, though.