As the speedo arced past 130mph, it suddenly stuck me that the approaching right-handed kink, which on every previous visit to Aston's Gaydon test track I'd regarded as a benign sort of crooked straight, had rapidly turned into a bona fide corner, the kind of obstacle for which you must lose speed or regret it. Yet we did not slow. Instead, the velocity of our Aston Martin One-77 kept rising at a rate I dimly calculated was more than quite spirited cars can manage below 60mph. This kink was about to turn into a crisis.
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