The wind buffeted even more as the tire noise filled the cabin. I knew for a fact that this vehicle was being driven at its very limit. The odometer indicated a mere 3,525 kilometers—pretty young to undergo such a harsh treatment. The stiff ride sent every single road imperfection straight to my spine and into my brain, registering with great tenacity like hot needles on cold, bare skin. My pulse quickened as I gripped the gear lever trying to find another gear—I wanted to go faster—I needed another upshift. To my surprise—that was it. Only five gears?
