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What’s Like To Live With a McLaren 570S?
Look at it: low, wide, with the doors that open the way that suits those who have a worthy bank account, with that tail that breaks sinuous upwards and that cockpit that welcomes you to the real wonderland.
The McLaren 570S is considered the baby McLaren – the most powerful of the Sport Series range – but it does not intend to let you sleep quietly and just like the most typical baby will be able to make you lose your sleep. My co-existence with Woking’s Clockwork Orange lasted a week and despite having weighed on my wallet for some 100 octane poured in the tank, it was undoubtedly one of the best adventures ever. The wow factor is a constant, starting with the huge carboceramic discs, passing through that aggressive (but soft) and personal line that can confuse those who have never seen one live – then it’s time to open, well to lift the door and drop into the cabin, immersing yourself in a paradise of alcantara and carbon fiber. At that point, time stops, or simply you do not care about what’s going on out there, where every pair of eyes stays awed, between the amazement, curiosity and the inevitable expectation of hearing that V8 singing.
The Police also urges you to hit the throttle, everything is granted with the 570S (do not imitate at home!) and you try to get in touch little by little, reserving the due respect that a 570 horses 3.8-liter twin-turbo deserves. Traction is exceptional, the thrust is just stunning – something that during my test drive on track last year I only appreciated in part – and the relationship between driver and chassis is more intimate than any love story you have ever experienced. Strict to the right point, it puts you at the center of the action without making you only deal on your skills, but it also helps and facilitates you when you drive dangerously close to your limits and day after day driving it becomes a drug you can‘t live without. It does not consume you, it does not harm your body or spirit, but it is perfectly able to cradle you in a sensory nirvana bright haze from which you would never want to break away. Any excuse to drive is good and if you do not think of an ideal place to unleash the baby-Mc, you can also cruise in city traffic, where everyone will stop to give way to the spaceship just landed on everyday-cars planet.
When I have to give it back to McLaren, it’s not me leaving it, but I find myself with a huge void I can hardly fill and certainly not with my humble Porsche. And as a depressed artist, writing about it, makes me feel spiritually closer to a car that is alive and capable of making everything around it so alive. I want one, I want one so much.
The complete review is coming soon on September issue.
Words: Alessandro Marrone
Photo: Andy Williams
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