It's anyone's guess what the F in the IS-F name means, but after your first blast in it, I'll bet there's only one word that springs to mind: fast. That's what I was thinking anyway, along with a couple of other choice F words, as I slid off the on-ramp and onto the freeway in a haze of white smoke.
I hadn't meant to make such a dramatic entrance to the rush-hour grind but, having spent 20 minutes inching along in traffic, I needed to see if the IS-F really had the bite to go with its fantastic bark. Simple answer: it has, and then some.
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