Car and Motorcycle

   As Edo fires up the now 6.3-liter V-12 the explosion of noise is so utterly, ear-splittingly obscene that the police stop by to take a look and somewhere a kid starts to cry. And that's at idle. When I roll on to the industrial estate's outer road the car barks with every touch of the throttle and pulsates with racing tech and latent power. This is no longer an everyday supercar and I wouldn't want to take it to the shops. This is a fine-tuned race car for occasional thrills.
I flatten the throttle for the few seconds it takes for the first straight to disappear, it is an epiphany. There is a jolt, a shimmy from the rear as the tires find traction on the cold, wet tarmac and then the car bolts forward like the lever in the rifle and just arrives at the braking zone. It demolishes straights with the same verve as the Bugatti Veyron and will rev all the way to a window smashing 9600 rpm -- the same as the FXX.