Foot on brake. Foot on accelerator. Wait three seconds, and launch control is ready. I sidestep the brake pedal, and it's like being fired from a railgun, my head slamming against the headrest as the low-slung four-door leaps off the line. The front tires momentarily scrabble for grip, and there's what feels like a gearshift at about 50 mph. Then it's one long, weapons-grade surge of thrust that continues unabated even as the speedo flicks past 150 mph.
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