There's something wrong here--and so right it hurts. A two-ton sedan shouldn't do the things a world-class sports car does. Want to pass that piece of rolling road furniture parked in the fast lane? Bam! It's gone in as long as it takes to turn your head. Care to shake-off those tailgating Tooner Boyz on the freeway interchange? Whoosh! Your satisfaction will arrive at the same moment they realize there isn't a hope of matching your cornering speed. Oh, hello, officer. These are my vented and cross-drilled brakes, which can haul me down to a safe and sane rate of progress (120-to-60 mph) in less time (2.6 seconds) than it took for you to notice. The officer removes his sunglasses, peruses the vehicle, and says, "You're not exactly driving a Corvette or a Carrera."
Read Article