From Z to A

Jordo!

Finally home... more pics, details, and commentary soon (including dynos, ASAP), but in regard to the sparseness of the interior -- it's got red leather seats, carbon fiber everything, and the rest is not-too-flimsy flat black plastic.

It's the interior of a dog-fighter biplane. You cram in, fire it up, point and shoot. All else is irrelevant once you hear the engine rumble. Each gear shift is a violent bark; throttle action yields the shrieking whoosh of a turbo absent of any discernible lag.

This is not a car for people who want creature comforts -- its a bantam weight in-fighter; lean, fast, hits harder than expected. It comes roaring out of the corner on fleet feet, blasting the chin and ribs of opponents with endless breath.

If you love the Z, but thought it too small, buy a 'vette. Mustang, or Camaro. If you love the Z, but wished it had been more nimble without sacrificing any power, this car is for you.

If there's something missing, I couldn't force my brain to see it. You become too hypnotized by it all to think of such things.

The car is, essentially, perfect.

Minor discomforts become meaningless as soon as you get moving. It's a marvel. It's a god damned marvel.

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Enjoy it. Destroy it.