I’ve been circling the challenging road circuit at Spring Mountain Motor Resort outside Las Vegas for more than a dozen laps. Yet, I still don’t feel like I am exploiting the full potential of the compact premium sports sedan I’m piloting. So, I push even harder – past my usual comfort zone.
My foot goes to the floor coming off a fast right-hander, and I keep it planted. The speedometer creeps well past 100 mph as I enter the long sweeper, but my foot stays in it. A sharp 90-degree turn looms, so I mash the brakes and allow the carbon-fiber rotors to bleed speed and
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