I feel like I've been tipped off the top of the Cresta Run. On rollerblades. And I'm blindfolded. Holy cow, this is scary. To clarify the situation, let's look at the issues.
One: the track I'm on, which is full of closing-radius sphincter-tightening corners, treacherous cambers, conniving double-apex curves and, most of all, blind traps that jump up at you from behind crests.
Issue two, the car. In the Corvette ZR1, we've got 638bhp, in a machine that weighs just 1,518kg fully fuelled and optioned. That's Enzo Ferrari territory.
I don't know the car, and I don't know the track. That combination is so intimidating, I feel like I've about 1,500bhp under my toe.
My first tickle had the rear tyres spinning up in second gear, in a straight line, with the ESP and traction control fully on.
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