Sunday, January 31, 2010
Audi R8 V10 Race Taxi med Jacky Ickx bakom ratten
The V-10 is into the meat of its powerband now, fusing my helmet to the headrest as it blazes to its 8700-rpm redline, the race-tuned R8 feasting hungrily on straightaway, the engine’s searing exhaust note ricocheting off the carbon-fiber dash like a machine gun firing in a window factory. Ahead -- not very far ahead at all -- a sharp left turn looms. Normally, I would do something about now, but my legs don’t move. Nor do my hands. In fact, they’re in my lap, as they have been for the past minute or so. Zero point five second to impact.