The Nissan Juke-R versus supercars

My backside is in roughly the spot that you'd usually find a rear passenger's shoes. Which means that from where I'm sitting - head buried behind B-pillar - I can't see the Ferrari, Lamborghini and Merc idling rowdily beside me. Can't see anything much at all, in fact. Except skyscrapers. Hope the other drivers realise my visual predicament. And don't fully realise what they're up against. Angry bursts of revs signal their readiness. I hold three fingers out of the window of Nissan's diddiest SUV. I fold one in, then another...