Across Europe in the McLaren P1
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Posted: 01 Jul 2015
Ten minutes later, I think my heart has caught fire. I'm not sure it's possible to taste your own lungs, but the gulp of air I've just walloped down seems to have done something to my insides, and it's not comfortable. My mouth tastes metallic, and I think I may have bitten my tongue. Rolling onto the throttle in fifth gear on a greasy motorway, the P1 has risen through its KERS-alike electric boost at the top part of the throttle, wound its turbos to potency at around 4,000rpm, and proceeded to slap the horizon backwards through the windscreen. Unfortunately, it has also started to wheelspin. Through fifth gear.
Editor-in-chief Turner, next to me at the time, simply said "NO," and reached towards the dash - maybe in a futile attempt to physically stop the impending and possibly most embarrassing crash ever recorded in motoring history. Thankfully, the P1's steering is brisk and astute, and the resulting correction (possibly two or three corrections, but who's counting?), were fundamentally instinctive, if not especially elegant.