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The Speciale’s cabin is deliciously sparse. It’s not just that equipment has been taken away – although it has (no audio system here, but you do get air-conditioning). It’s that the architecture of the interior itself has been pared back. There’s nowhere on the door to rest your elbow; just a carbonfibre panel with a lonely-looking handle on it. The centre console has been slimmed down; the glovebox removed completely and replaced with a passenger kneepad. Short of a street-legal Radical or something similar, driving environments don’t get much more purposeful.
The Radical wouldn’t be much noisier, either. The Speciale’s 4.5-litre V8 barks to life, and snarls with rapier-sharp voice, like it could vault out of the car and take a chunk out of the nearest kerbstone at any moment.
And still, all becomes forgotten preamble the instant you’re moving. Responsiveness such as you find in the Speciale is rarely even attempted in a road car, even more rarely delivered. That 398lb ft of torque doesn’t look huge on paper, but a good chunk of it is there to be tapped into immediately. Keep that foot in and the howling force of that V8 from 6000 to 9000rpm is something to marvel at and savour. There again, performance isn’t as violent as some cheaper alternatives - although this is still a very fast car indeed.
And yet the chassis feels ready to go faster – always, and in every circumstance. The chance to test this car on the track will come later. But on the road and in the dry, the Speciale’s reserves of lateral grip are simply incredible. Sidewindow-headbuttingly so. The steering’s absolutely pin-sharp and almost scarily direct at first. It’ll be too much for some, without a doubt.
But stick with it and the Speciale will take you to another dimension on cornering speed, via its unflappable stability, dependable steering feedback and directional precision. A place where the national speed limit seems preposterously low for a typical UK traffic island, for example. Where inside verges on country roads charge at you until your brain begins to compute how little your wrists actually need to do in order to flick perfectly past them.
A place, in other words, where only a handful of driver’s cars on the face of the planet can take you. A place the Speciale owns.