![]() Even if I wasn’t driving it, I didn’t want to be away from it. I jumped into the perfect red bucket seat to get a ride with Reviews Editor Mack Hogan just to get a little more time. It’s a car that dissolves around you until all you have is a long and winding reservoir road opening up in front of you. You don’t linger on the engine because you are so absorbed in the handling, in the way the pedals match the weight of the steering that match the weight of the gear shift. The thing about the Civic Type R is that everything is so well judged. Still, it was probably the hottest thing at PCOTY, and the car nobody could leave alone. It was handsome but not beautiful, powerful but not overwhelming, with an engine that was hard to remember after you got out of the car. It was maybe the fastest car we had at the test, if you could average out how little time it spent sitting still. Desire radiated from their engines, and fear radiated from their wide tires.Īnother car had that same kind of aura, but it didn’t cost six figures. ![]() These cars had some awe shining out of them. On that same drenched day, I drove the bright blue Corvette Z06 Chevrolet had given us with about the same trepidation as I would carrying a bright blue faberge egg. ![]() I did not love the moment when our BMW M4 CSL stepped out, hydroplaning at maybe half a mile an hour, down some greasy road almost into a one-lane bridge. I also didn’t know what it’d be like to be presented with a handful of 200-odd mile-per-hour cars, set loose on tree-lined backroads, bumpy, potholed, and at times slick with the on and off rain showers you get in the Catskills. ![]()
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