This car performs stunningly right out of the box. It's no tightly-wound Japanese boyracer, but it's definitely no slouch. After taking it to the track on a recent weekend, I was in awe with the forces I could produce with a stock setup and street tyres. My legs were sore at the end of the day from the seat bolsters.

One day after work, I heard the siren call of Mulholland Drive and knew I had to answer. There I was, slipping effortlessly through curves along the mountaintops, gently harassing the Mercedes-Benz in front of me, listening to the throaty growl of the engine as I double-clutched downshifting into corners. And then I realized something strange. I was out of breath, hands trembling, sweat soaking into my shirt and my heart was racing. It was then that the words of Phillip J. Fry came into my mind:

"It's like sex, except I'm having it!"

Yeah, it's really that good. At least, for a true petrolhead.