Up close with the Rolls-Royce Wraith
This clever system means that you can work the torque of the V12, never resorting to kickdown for a missed opportunity, the engine heaving powerfully like a strong wind through the eaves of an old house. There comes the sense of rhythm again, of patience. You don't chuck this car into a bend, or throw it, or stamp on the accelerator or brakes. You drive it like a very powerful classic car: brake early and hard, settle the car into the corner gently and allow the soft-feeling suspension to load, then feed the power in as you push through. It doesn't wallow, but it does move around, and you have to be mindful of the size and weight. But get it right, and it really is very satisfying.
In fact, this way, the Wraith becomes standout. Rather brilliantly bonkers. Very possibly epic. Not necessarily brain-changing fast, but capable of delivering a generous dose of endorphins, a sense that you and it have reached an understanding. Drive it like an oil - brake late, turn hard, lack finesse - and the Wraith will buck by washing the nose wide early, stuttering the traction control, making a meal of its mass and throwing a bit of a huff. If a car could tut and roll its eyes, this would.