Steven pulled out of the garage and onto the morning street. He drove normally for the first two blocks, getting a feel for the car beneath him.
The seating position was lower than the Aston Martin, the wheel smaller in his hands and the whole architecture of the car was tighter.
From the weight distribution to the responsiveness of the wheel, everything about it was precise in a way that communicated intent. This wasn't a car that had been built for comfort and happened to be fast. It had been built for exactly one thing and everything else had been arranged around that.
The road opened up ahead of him and he pressed the accelerator.
The Porsche launched immediately and completely. The engine dropped into something low tone and the city compressed around him, buildings pulling back and the road narrowing to a point in the distance.
