I just hit 1000 miles/1600 km on my I4 2024 Evora - I finally changed the mode to Sports mode and then track mode and calmly went on the highway and floored it. For reference, I've had an Elise SC (0-60 was low 4s, it was fast), an NA Evora (quick but not really a 'fast' car), Audi S4s, etc and my daily is a BMW X4 with the 3L turbo putting out 382 hp and 0-60 of low 4s (B58 is a great engine, waves of torque and very fast for a CUV).
Holy mother of god. I was utterly astonished and unprepared for what came next. Completely dumbfounded. The rpms and gear shifts were happening way faster than I could process them - the screen just became a blur of pixels trying to keep up with the numbers ripping through. I felt like I was hit from behind by a f$%&*g freight train at full tilt. It made my X4 with the B58 feel like it was fully paralyzed and in a coma. The acceleration can only be described as violent, and not just 0-60, I'm talking at highway speeds when you floor it. I nearly sh!t my pants and then nearly p!ssed myself laughing from the insane entertainment this thing was giving me. My 15 year old riding shot gun was screaming "HOLY SH!T" the whole time and he's been in some serious cars too.
The soundtrack was insane with so much going I felt like my ears were getting ganged up on - it sounded like some deranged symphony composed in hell and conducted by Satan himself. At first you bury the throttle and it starts screaming like a bunch of Banshees being murdered in an echo chamber. Then the turbo whine emerges, screeching fluttering and whooshing like a hurricane screaming into a megaphone, then a magnificent imitation of an Italian exotic with all the burbles and pops when I let off the pedal.
There is so much torque for the weight, that on a very very gradual turn at 100 km/h when I let off the pedal the car would literally try to oversteer from the sudden weight distribution and correct itself by shuddering in the opposite direction of the turn. I tried it both left and right, same result. Never once a hint of loss of control.
Make no mistake, I have a few friends with exotics and have been in them many times - 911 Turbos, two Aventadors, and another friend with a 458. But the drama, theater, and histrionics happening with this thing is enough to diagnose it with some kind of near-fatal psychiatric condition.
11/10. I am seriously thinking of buying a second one as a winter car. I'm not kidding.
Holy mother of god. I was utterly astonished and unprepared for what came next. Completely dumbfounded. The rpms and gear shifts were happening way faster than I could process them - the screen just became a blur of pixels trying to keep up with the numbers ripping through. I felt like I was hit from behind by a f$%&*g freight train at full tilt. It made my X4 with the B58 feel like it was fully paralyzed and in a coma. The acceleration can only be described as violent, and not just 0-60, I'm talking at highway speeds when you floor it. I nearly sh!t my pants and then nearly p!ssed myself laughing from the insane entertainment this thing was giving me. My 15 year old riding shot gun was screaming "HOLY SH!T" the whole time and he's been in some serious cars too.
The soundtrack was insane with so much going I felt like my ears were getting ganged up on - it sounded like some deranged symphony composed in hell and conducted by Satan himself. At first you bury the throttle and it starts screaming like a bunch of Banshees being murdered in an echo chamber. Then the turbo whine emerges, screeching fluttering and whooshing like a hurricane screaming into a megaphone, then a magnificent imitation of an Italian exotic with all the burbles and pops when I let off the pedal.
There is so much torque for the weight, that on a very very gradual turn at 100 km/h when I let off the pedal the car would literally try to oversteer from the sudden weight distribution and correct itself by shuddering in the opposite direction of the turn. I tried it both left and right, same result. Never once a hint of loss of control.
Make no mistake, I have a few friends with exotics and have been in them many times - 911 Turbos, two Aventadors, and another friend with a 458. But the drama, theater, and histrionics happening with this thing is enough to diagnose it with some kind of near-fatal psychiatric condition.
11/10. I am seriously thinking of buying a second one as a winter car. I'm not kidding.
