Nail the gas. The sound changes from throaty in the background to roaring in the foreground and the car leaps forward, as if it had more horsepower than the 300 it does. The automatic transmission snaps off crisp shifts — or you do, using the manual-mode paddles on the steering wheel — and the car's running way-past-legal speeds quickly enough to threaten your driver's license. And you feel like a million bucks.
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