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[briansastro10]

BNHA X Cars

KaminariSo, this is basically BNHA Street racer AU. But to be more precise I’m picking the cars for the characters from BNHA. Because cars have characteristic, it has personality and it describes you as a person. Not just based from the body but the engines and the car as whole. So, this is my pick of cars for the character of BNHA

Part 1 For the boys

I’m going to divide it into 2 cars. One is for daily drive/Sports car and the other is The Supercar. The Sports car will describe them as characters individuals. While the Supercar will describe their full potentials.

Midoriya Izuku

Midoriya Izuku, The protagonist of the Anime. He is too good of a boy to mess around street Racing. The Color for his car is obviously Green, in that case I Recommend Him.

Sport car/ Daily Drive:

The Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX.

To be more specific. It is Brian’s First car In the Fast and the furious franchise (R.I.P Paul Walker). This car is one of the Tuners favorite car to modify. It is run by 4G63 Engine, it is the same Engine that run an EVO F*CKING LANCER which is one of the finest cars that has been made on earth (Minus the Turbo). So it plays well with the whole inheritance thing with All Might.

Supercar:

For the supercar, I would Recommend McLaren 675LT

This car Look Great In green. The whole characteristic of this car reminds me of Midoriya. This car shown how it can blend to the society, how it was able to move fast and aggressively while at the same time maintaining Elegance. This car looked slim, but its performance is something else 3.8 L V8 Twin Turbo Rear Wheel Drive (RWD) Gives the ability for the driver to drive like a maniac. The car produces more or less 675 Horsepower (Just like its name) and can go to 0-100 Km in 2.9 Seconds and a top speed with 330 Km/h (205 Mph).

Bakugo Katsuki

For Bakugo, His car has to be loud and Fast! He needs a car that’s intimidating. For the color I’m Thinking Red, Yellow or Black. But since the car need to look Antagonizing, I’m going with black. So, the car that I propose.

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Dodge Charger SRT Hell Cat 2015

This car is a 6.2L Hemi V8 Supercharged. The roars in this car is nothing short. This car is for sure is Intimidating. The roar of the engine is equivalent to Bakugo’s Roar of explosive anger. I was considering the newer one like the SRT Redeye Hellcat or even The Demon. But the demons is more of the inner demon screaming trying to get out. It needed a Rumbling sound of the V8, The insane roar that is deafening.

Supercar:

For the Supercar, it is very difficult. I can choose Hyper cars but they just felt a bit too well mannered compared to Bakugo. But I’ve given a lot of thought and the only car that fits is This

Pagani Zonda R

This car is basically an f1 with a two-seater and a roof. This bad boy is a track only car. So, it is “Street Illegal!!” But that won’t stop Bakugo for using this beauty. This car on high rev speaks will be all the explanation needed on the reason why I chose this car. A car with 700 BHP and only weight 1,070 Kg (In comparison Ford focus weight 1,471 Kg) Which is like a feather.

Todoroki Shoto

For Todoroki His car has to be cool, matured and Luxurious but also High performance. I’m a bit mixed up with the colors Whether I should make it blue or white or red. But since I cant decide I leave it in the ‘Grey’ area. Get it? Ill just get on with it.

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Aston Martin DB11

Aston Martin is well known on it’s Luxury and History. Which fits Todoroki’s Prince aura/Characteristics. The performance is also nothing short, Aston Martin is also well known to make a brilliant Engine for racing. A twin turbocharged V12 Produce 600 BHP with a top speed 201Km/h (125Mph).

Supercar

For the Super car, I think Lamborghini Huracan Performante.

It is a naturally aspirated 5.2L V10 Engine AWD. This car has a fierce fiery engine on its car but still has that cool matured Body. And the ALA (Aerodinamica Lamborghini Attiva) Is brilliant. It is an active Aerodynamic system that allows the car to go faster.

Tenya Iida:

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Is the Brabus 800 GT 63s

This car is perfect fot Iida, It has a look in which my friend quote “Sophisticated Look”. And Mind you this car is probably The Fastest Car! For the sport/daily drive Car compare than anyone else in the list. This car packs a crazy 800 BHP and that’s says it all

Supercar:                  

The fastest Car In the world! In 2010. The specific look that I would like to go is Drift From Transformer: Age Of Extinction. That Blue Lining is perfect for Iida. For some people engines might be boring, But this car have the power of 1200 Horses in it

Kirishima Eijiro

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

The car that this Manly man need to go with is the 2020 Mustang Shelby GT500.

The Engine has a named called the “Predator” V8 Engine. 750 BHP is nothing short and the roar from within is on par with Bakugo’s SRT Hellcat.

Supercar:                    

I was having second thought of choosing this car. But whenever I think of Kirishima in a car, This car always pops into my head

Lamborghini Adventador SV. This car Looked manly and menacing. Why I thought about this car, is that it associated it self with a bull in which Kirishima and this car can relate to. A loud V12 Engine roars loud and deep in a intimidating voice and its perfect.

Sero Hanta

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

For Sero the car has to be traditional but still a good car nonetheless. So I pick A classic Porsche 911 turbo 1982.

It is a classic sports car, It is tunable which make the car run fast.

Supercar:                    

Ferrari 458 Italia

This car is a normal Aspirated V8 with a high rev engine. It creates something Revolutionary From something traditional.

Kaminari Denki

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

It has to be the SUPRA!!!!!!          

This car is definitely a meme, it fits with Kaminari Personality.  Seeing them is like “WTH ARE YOU DOING?!” Because both Kaminari and the car would do something ridiculously stupid.

Supercar:

For the Supercar I Would say The Lexus LFA

Lexus is one of the Artistic Legacy of the JDM Cars. It is one of the legendary Supercar that ever existed. The Normal aspirated V10 Sounded like Pure Thunder striking down on the earth. Sound menacing and amazing. It fits for Kaminari Racing Persona (Or even his villain Persona).

Mashirao Ojiro

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Ojiro is a traditional Japanese person, So his car has to be totally Japanese. My pick have to be The S30 Fairlady Z.

To be exact the RB26 Swapped Fairlady Z from Sung Kang (Han’s Actor car from “Fast and Furious”) And that’s all I need to say about this car.

Supercar:

For the Supercar It has to be the last piece of The JDM Legend. It is The GTR R35 NISMO.

This car is perfect for Ojiro, They both are the Representative Character of Japan.

Tokoyami Fumikage

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Blackbird 370 z

For me it’s a no Brainer. This car was featured as the Replacement of Blackbird in wangan Midnight When they aren’t allowed to use the Porsche. The slick Headlight and the whole body look is the description of Tokoyami Dark Shadow

Supercar:

Mclaren MP4-12C

That Describes Tokoyami as a whole. One of the best car that ever created in history that changes the whole world. With the black fierce look, This car looks like a shark that flies on land.

Sato Rikido

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Sato is a muscular guy. So His sports car is definitely a Muscle Car. But It seems I have a trouble in finding it, It has to be a classic but not too old. In that reason I recommend Saleen s281 2000

It has that sporty look but still have the Muscle car Essence and history

Supercar:

For the Supercar It has to be The Corvette C8.R

This car is a new take to American cars. It is a Incredible move from the American automotive Industries.

Koda Koji

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

For Koda He is definetly a good Boy so hew probably uses a 4-door car. For instance The Subaru WRX STI 2016.

It doesn't seems Menacing but it still can move around well and when it drives, it definetly drives well.

Supercar:

For the Supercar it is definetly a NSX-R 1992 Tuned with a Rocket Bunny Body Kit.

Koda is definitely a Honda city boi. From the name itself, I am 100% it fits with Koda. Back in the day if you want a Ferrari but you can’t afford one. You’ll buy an NSX.

Shoji Mezo

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

For Shoji I think Ford’s Trophy truck.

A friend of mine said that Shoji, is the kind of guy who would drive a van for daily basis (So I guessed it has to be an American Car). But to me, Shoji is the Kind of guy that likes to get Dirt under his wheels. And I'm pretty sure Shoji is the kind of kid that doesn’t Mind flying in the car on daily basis.

Supercar:

For the Supercar I propose, Ford Gt.

It is well planted and the car is very wide. Fitting to describes Shoji’s ‘Arms’. Although it might not have similarities with his daily car, But this car is all I could think of.

Aoyama Yuga

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

For the Daily Drive, it is obviously something Luxurious, Something High class Like Bentley GT 2019. The V8 Version.

It is a confiscated yet sporty look in a car, It looked like as if he stands out compares to the other Luxury Cars

Supercar:

For the Supercar, It has to be describe as “Noblesse oblige” And the Car that fits the most is Noble M600.

It is a Supercar with all the classic features. It is a RWD Manual Transmission Car, a twin turbocharged 4L V8. Packs 640 BHP 0-60 in 3.1 Second.

Mineta Minoru

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

It’s the Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder GTS

Basically, this car is the Japanese Equivalent To pimp rides. Even though This car is featured in The Fast and The Furious, It is just a now show car. Compared the old one, This version is a slower and much more difficult to Modify. But it is still a nice car and fun to drive with, and it is a popular car in the car culture.

Supercar:

For Mineta The Supercar might be really difficult. So in the end I just came up with the Villain version. (Inspired by ‘Nadaboodraws’ Villain Mineta on Instagram) I came up with this

It is the Audi R8, It is one of the best Affordable Supercar you can get in the world. It is 4wd But it is still an aggressive car with a mean Look.

Okay that’s all I can give for this part. For the next one will be the girls of class 1-A. If you have different opinion let me know, I would love to hear all of your thoughts and if you use my list you can go ahead and use it (But please do tell me, because hearing it will be my vindication and that would make me really happy). Anyway, thank you for reading until this far.

#BNHA #MHA #Boku No Hero #My Hero Academia #Midoriya Izuku #Bakugo Katsuki #Todoroki Shoto #Tenya Ida #Kirishima Eijiro #Sero Hanta #Kaminari Denki #Mashirao Ojiro #Tokoyami Fumikage #Sato Rikido #Koda Koji #Shoji Mezo #Aoyama Yuga #Mineta Minoru #street racer au #Street Racer #Racers au #Racing #au #Cars #European #JDM #American Muscles

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Author’s Note: here we go! welcome to day 1 of chanvember!! i hope everyone enjoys <333 Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Summary: As a stunt driver, you’re used to seeing men come to the track looking for a quick, easy high. But in Chanyeol, you never expected to find your equal. Genre: smut Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit language; explicit sex; public sex; dirty talk Word Count: 9,217

CHANYEOL

There’s something they don’t tell you about driving when you’re a kid, when you put posters on your wall of all the cars you wished were women; eight years old and already begging to be a man. There are things they don’t tell you about Italian sports cars, about chrome engines and black leather. 

When you learn to drive, you’re lead to believe you are the one in control, that it’s you with the power and the skill and the magic. Always, this is done in your best interest. Always, this is done to keep you safe.

Always, this is utter bullshit.

The car wants you dead.

It wants to eat your bones for dinner, absorb your blood into the fresh red of its paint, and make your skin its rubber. Handling a Ferrari is you, no helmet, no armor, no eject button, fondling death between your legs and beneath your feet. The car will throw you on a turn, the car will bend you. Your palms will sweat into the steering wheel and it will drink your anxiety, getting drunk solely on you, and you feel it. You always feel it. It’s that lurch in your chest, your lips parting on an inhale, the pressing of your hips into the leather telling you this could be the end.

They don’t tell you this, and, if they do, not in these exact words.

They don’t tell you this because they know it will get you high. It’s their best kept secret: taking a turn at 180 miles per hour feels better than a line of blow; releasing the clutch to turn feels more exhilarating than free falling from an airplane.

They don’t tell you driving is a drug. They never tell you because they know you will get addicted.

I figured this out on my own when I was eighteen and bored. I had a friend - a rich fucker whose father bought him extravagant things thinking surely this is what it means to love my kid - who owned a fleet. Trust me, a goddamn fleet. Rows and rows of cars he would never have enough time to drive in a day, in a wasted lifetime. I kept telling him I wished my dad loved me like that, loved me enough to spend money, loved me enough to acknowledge I was a living, breathing thing. He kept telling me I could take his dad, could take everything, because he didn’t matter to him. I don’t remember this kid’s name anymore, but, really, he’s not the point.

The point is that he told me I could take and the point is that I did.

The first girl I ever kissed was small, petite and wilting, kind of like a flower. We were twelve and she had tits. The first girl I ever fucked was a punk, total metal head, and she fucked like she wanted us both to burn and not once did I think it was hell. We were sixteen and I nicknamed her Phoenix.

The first sports car I ever drove was a Ferrari California, Italian bird with sexy curves and a hard edge that made her ferocious, a real force to be reckoned with. I was eighteen, named her Aisha, and I stole her. Right under his nose too, didn’t even notice I’d taken her. Probably assumed his dad returned it and barely noticed when her space got taken up with another masterpiece he would never touch.

Aisha was mine and Aisha was reckless and Aisha wanted to break me.

I let her.

She tore down the highway, away from her captives, with a speed that I’ve come to define as spirited. Looking back, I don’t know why she didn’t kill me. I had no idea how to drive, I mean really drive. I’m not talking city driving, casual Sunday cruising, even the occasional friendly drag race with the car next to you at a light. No, I’m talking counting the seconds before you release the clutch and wait to turn. I’m talking connecting with a car so intensely you know it so intimately, so passionately, it tells you precisely how to handle every imaginable terrain. I had barely just been granted my license, but I realized, as I felt myself get hard over the seamless dual clutch, that I was made for this.

Aisha was the car that broke me.

Clara was the car that let me break her. A steel grey Aston Martin Vanquish with a roar that would make any grown man whine, she was the car that bent to my will. She handled like a princess, called me honey when I started her up, and always stayed pretty for me.

By the time I was 28, I’d broken over two hundred cars, become a stunt driver, and fallen into the habit of breaking women. Good girls who think they like the taste of reckless things between their teeth.  

What can I say, I’m an addict.

You had just moved to Vegas for a job when you met him, were missing New York and the gloom and the cold, when he arrived at the track. There he stood, all sunshine, bow legs, and caramel skin, thirsty for some gasoline in his blood. The track was unfamiliar, one you’d never driven, one you’d never even heard of, which made it the ideal place to practice.

It excited you, the unfamiliarity. Always you believed to truly open up a car, to really see what you and it are capable of, you first have to free yourself of expectation. There can be absolutely no anticipation of a turn, no knowledge of your terrain. Always, it comes down to trust - of yourself and of the machine.

And so he was the first person you saw as you came down from an adrenaline rush bottled inside a Huracan, fingers shaking from the traditional violence of the Lambo gearshift. He was watching you intently, studying the way you got out of the car and shook off the terror, the joy, the fear. You looked right at him because you knew - you always knew.

Kids come to the track for a thrill and always wind up half-hard with wet mouths and dry throats. Men come to the track hoping to reclaim the stamina of their youth, drive fast to forget their wives, their partners, the dull sex, the screaming kids; come to get hard and get fucked by a sleek paint job and a set of carbon brakes.

But the way he looked at you felt different - already imagining getting his dick wet, yet somehow hypnotized by your existence. Though, you didn’t know if it was you or the car that had power over him. Not that it mattered, at this point you were one and the same.

Three track employees stood beside him, one of whom was waiting for you. You tried remembering his name; he was the one who handed you the keys and took your ID, but your brain had been thoroughly wiped. Coming back to reality took focus, took regulated breathing, and you had neither of those things. You were a live wire, you were sparked. You thought his name was Jim, but who knows really.

You stood beside Probably Jim as you took off your gloves, running a hand through your hair and wiping away the sweat that had pooled at your hairline. Your fingers were shaking and your breath rattled in your lungs, esophagus becoming carbon piping. The feeling of it all, the sheer thrill of it, made you smile.

‘Was that the Huracan?’ he asked, nodding in the direction of the car.

You glanced over at him, smiling politely before dropping your gaze to your feet. It hurt to look at him, impossible; painful to stare at the sun too long, not while on a high, and certainly not while wet.

‘Yeah,’ you said, simply, unable to offer anything more.

‘What was it like?’ He was eager for details, and conversation, and all the things you did not have the energy to give him.

Any other track, any other car, even an Audi R8 Spyder, you’d have told him everything. You’d have waxed poetic until sundown about how driving that car felt like plummeting into hell and waiting for Jesus Christ himself to give you wings. But it was this track, in a Lamborghini, a car so dead set on killing you it reminded you of your mortality at every gear change, and you just didn’t have the linguistic capacity to satisfy him.

‘Dangerous.’ You almost sighed it, like you were breathing into the ear of a sleeping lover, waiting for them to wake up so you could fuck them again.

He furrowed his brow, almost looking offended. ‘That’s it?’

‘That’s it.’ That’s all it needed to be.

He laughed like he was laughing at a child, at someone who had said something terribly silly and he wanted to make them feel good. ‘Alright, sure.’

You admitted to yourself, then and against your better judgement, that he was pretty. Extremely pretty. Gorgeous, even. Skinny jeans and a black v-neck shirt, looking like he’d walked off a runway and turned up there just to get a fix - a pitstop before more blow, or Molly, or whatever the fuck the modeling agencies were pushing. He was pretty, but chatty, a trait which usually turned you off, though it seemed to suit him, like a perfume bottled in optimism.

‘Have you ever driven a Lamborghini?’

You had to ask, because, for any experienced driver, your answer would have garnered a laugh of understanding or a slap on your back for even giving the car a go. But this was different, his intention was off and seemingly unrelated to the car itself. It felt like a challenge, it felt like a risk - it felt like an invitation.

‘Yes,’ he said, flatly. He pulled off his aviators and looked you straight in the eye, like he was waiting for you to wither beneath its intensity.

Instead, you smiled under his scrutiny, all teeth and motive, and pictured the wind blowing through his hair. ‘Then that’s it.’

You turned back to Probably Jim and handed him the keys. ‘Bring me the McLaren MP4-12C.’

Probably Jim chuckled, taking the keys and writing numbers on his clipboard. ‘Someone wants to drive hard today.’

You rolled your eyes, flexing your fingers to ease the tension. ‘Someone wants to drive hard without killing themselves.’

The McLaren would reset you. It would be comfortable, easy, and protective. Two tires going off the track would be smooth - you would be more startled tripping over your own feet. It would be a tame drive, a gentle drive, as gentle as a drive could be at 160.

Probably Jim was nodding and talking into a radio, listing license plate numbers and inventory codes, arranging the intake of the Huracan and the delivery of the McLaren. The track was bigger than most you had been too, had a much larger selection, and far better staff. Bested the ones you’d drove in Florida with ease, made the ones in California look like toy models, but still could not compare the track in New York. An armada of cars available for rental and diving, a hoard of highly trained staff. That was the dream. You had been spoiled. But you could get used to Vegas, especially with their more exotic selection.

‘Can I get the Hennessy Venom, or do you not have one here?’

His question broke your train of thought, stunned you in a way that felt pleasant and arousing. He sounded confident in his selection, said the words like he knew the weight and the meaning - knew exactly what he was asking for and was ready to let it pull at him. It was nice, the idea that you had misjudged him entirely. For a moment, you thought he really could bend you, even thought you might let him. Eyeing him conspicuously, you hummed, attempting to reassess all the pieces of him, watched with interest as he turned into an enigma right before your eyes.

He rounded on you then, brow furrowed and looking as though you had insulted him.

‘Do you have something to say?’ he hissed with a frown.

‘No,’ you said, nonchalantly, ‘only that I’m impressed.’

‘Excuse me?’ He put his hands on his hips indignantly and blinked at you, annoyed.

‘You want to drive a Venom?’ you pressed smoothly, crossing your arms.

‘Yeah,’ he smiled, looking you up and down as though he had misjudged you, too. ‘You think I can’t take it?’

You couldn’t help it, the smile that spread across your features like wildfire. On your lips it felt partly vicious and partly curious, eager to taste all his edges and eager to see him near breaking. He was living for it the way you were, the excitement of keeping death between his knees and telling it to go to hell - living violently and at the limit of his very existence. All at once, you saw him, not as a man, but as someone just as reckless as you. Immediately, you wanted all of him dripping over your tongue, trapped against the roof of your mouth.

‘It’s fast,’ you said, indicating everything and yet, somehow, not nearly enough with your tone.

‘Too fast,’ he countered, his smile becoming impish and teasing while his voice became distant.

‘Just fast enough.’

Minutes seemed to pass as you held one another’s gaze, but you did not notice them, not really. You were getting lost in one another, in the possibility of one another, in the idea of an equal. He became a complexity, something for you to take apart and study, something to relearn, and in his eyes you saw how he start to reconsider you. No longer were you an oddity, instead you were a rarity, woman unafraid to be ugly in the clutches of adrenaline.

‘Uh,’ the guy coughed, breaking the tension that had built between you, ‘yeah, we don’t have a Venom here. Breaks speed regulation.’

Reluctantly, he pulled his eyes from you to glance at the staff member, before looking back with a wicked, excited expression. Behind his eyes, he was processing everything, remaking who he was in the presence of you.

Then, he pointed at you with the hand holding his sunglasses, an action usually jarring, confrontational, and unwelcome but on him it seemed almost friendly. You thought maybe you should act intimidated, but mostly, all you wanted to do was kiss him.

‘Who are you?’ he asked, sounding slightly breathless.

‘I’m Y/N,’ you said, beaming.

‘No,’ he laughed, shaking his head, ‘what are you? It’s rare to see a woman here. Not to sound sexist, I’m just being straight with you.’

‘And what are you?’ you countered, gently with a cock of your eyebrow. ‘Someone toying with cars to make up for their dick?’

It was risky, you knew, teasing him like this instead of making it easy, but everything about it felt like a game - everything about him felt like a game. Had you been a gambler, you’d have called it a sport. In the wake of your words, you waited, almost breathless, for his answer. He could turn on you, reveal himself to be utterly unlike you had started to imagine, but you felt he was kindred, you felt connected, and so you knew he’d like it: the possibility of sex just as exhilarating as raw tangibility of driving.

If he was anything like you, he’d eat it up like it was laid on a silver spoon.

‘I’m here to get high.’

His words, the way he let them glide off his tongue, made the hair on your arms stand on end. ‘Me, too.’

‘I’m here to forget,’ he tried, stepping closer to you with a glimmer in his eye.

‘Me, too,’ you murmured, moving to match his steps.

Seeing you come closer somehow emboldened him, made his voice deeper, richer, like he was proud he got to chase you. ‘I do it for a living.’

Cocking your head to the side, you smiled. He could have left it at this - you could have stopped here and been pleased with the result. At that moment, he admitted he was just like you, even if he didn’t have the same lived experience. All that mattered, in the end, was the white knuckled feeling of connection.

But still, you spoke. ‘Me, too.’

‘You race?’

You shook your head, glad that he looked at you as though he was hungry. His eyes were wide, eager, inferring things about you just from the sight of your composed posture and the sweat glistening on your neck - not anxious, but intoxicated. He didn’t read you like he was bewildered by these things, merely like he knew everything you were feeling. He knew and he wanted it all for himself, and all over again.

‘Stunt driver,’ you clarified, though a lot of the time you struggled to see the difference between the two. Most times, you weren’t racing people, only racing yourself and your limits.

He chuckled, nodding in understanding. ‘Me, too.’

In silence you waited for surprise to settle over you like dust from the track, but it never came. It made sense, then, why he knew the car and why he looked at you as though he knew you; why you felt connected the moment you saw him, why you noticed him at all.

For a moment, he narrowed his eyes, squinted like he was sizing you up and wondering if you had limits - wondering what those limits were. You held his stare with ease, doing the same in the back of your mind but mostly you pictured his hands on you.

Eventually his face relaxed, and he smiled, the first real smile you’d seen on him. Not one of awe or interest, just genuine kindness that poured out of his cheeks, brilliant like you were ascending dawn. It was everything you could do not to bend over the hood of the Huracan in anticipation of his chest against your back and the hard length of his cock against your ass. You smirked, knowing the hood was wide enough to take it.

‘I think we got off on the wrong foot,’ he said, holding out his hand. ‘I’m Chanyeol.’

Regarding his extended hand, you hesitated. It wasn’t that you wanted to be rude, wasn’t that you were even trying to seduce him by being coy, though, sometimes, looking back, you think you were. The reality was that he was going to feel you shaking, your fingers still pulsing with adrenaline. But you gave him your hand anyway and stomached it, because, no matter what, he was going to feel it too.

‘Look,’ you said, pulling your hand back quickly. All at once, your brain was running, racing towards an idea and it was appealing, arousing in all its implication. You wanted him to take the opportunity and run with it, run with you to the ends of the universe. ‘If you really want a car like the Venom you should try the Koenigsegg Agera. Same speed, brakes are the same size, and it weighs almost the same. Won’t stop as quickly as the Venom, but it’ll grip the track enough so you won’t feel like you’re driving on a glacier.’

‘Nice choice,’ he said, not bothering to comment on your knowledge. Had he done so, it would have felt like an insult.

Glancing to the guy next to him, he simply raised his eyebrows in expectation, waiting for him to respond as though he had been listening the whole time. The guy nodded and Chanyeol shifted his entire posture, closing his eyes as he rolled his shoulders back in anticipation of being shaken down to his core.

‘I’ll let you race me.’

You were desperate for him to say yes. Always, this is how it started, always where it would begin. That edge of breaking a man and reducing him to water in your hands, unmaking them with the flick of an ignition.

And you could see it in his eyes too, the same feeling, the rush of breaking a woman and making her into something that fit the contours of his lifestyle. It was different for him, you think, because you���d already been molded into his shape. Rather than thinking of taking you, he looked at you like you were something to earn.

The suggestion made a wolfish grin play at his features, and you imagined him already getting hard.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah,’ you encouraged with a slight shrug, ‘it’ll be fun. Haven’t had a race with someone in ages.’

‘What are the stakes?’

‘Me.’

When he smiled, he showed you his teeth, like he was whetting his tongue against his cheek and waiting to feast on your essence. ‘Don't reduce yourself into a prize.’

The game was on. He wasn’t adamant enough, wasn’t protesting enough. Propositions like the one you had given him are seductive, lingering on the edge of possibility long enough that there’s always a chance, a probable element of hope, to make a person think this could turn me into something great. Already, he was weighing the risk in his mind, trying to balance the value of his ego with the level of his skill and the glimmer in his eyes told you both were on par to win.

You walked over to him, then, this time close enough to really see his features, the silk of his skin, the tendons in his neck, and the lines of his collarbone, and you knew, somewhere in the back of your mind, you could call him a stallion.

‘Well then,’ you said softly, leaning up to whisper in his ear, ‘prove that I’m not.’

He reared back from you and laughed, loud and boisterous and violent, because he was young and excited and ready to break some rules. It was then that you saw him for who he truly was, someone bold and dangerous and flawed - someone just like you. In your stomach, the sound of his laugh made arousal start to pool, the clench of your thighs involuntarily imagining him nestled in between.

Chanyeol wanted to break the world with his bare hands, and he wanted to break it with you.

‘And what will you drive?’ he questioned, fully aware that his car would outmatch yours in less than a second.

You looked back at Probably Jim. ‘Hey, can we forget the McLaren? Is it already on its way over?’

‘You sure?’ he frowned, unwilling to put in a change over so soon. ‘I mean, yeah,’ he sighed, ‘it’s only just been prepped. What would you want instead?’

You smiled, standing tall as you told him your choice. ‘I want the Bugatti Vitesse.’

By the time you got to the parking lot, his hand was buried in your back pocket and cupping the cheek. You'd draped your arm around his neck like he’d been yours for years, like he was your trophy. In a way he was, and in a way you should have been used to him. You’d won the likes of him before, on countless different tracks, in countless different cars - boys with different names and ages but always the same traits. Power hungry speed junkies who looked nothing like you in the mirror but were exactly like you in all the ways that mattered.

When you got to his car, he pushed you against the passenger side back door, ran his hands over the curve of your ass with a low laugh. He didn’t seem to mind that you'd pressed your hands against the tinted window, leaving smears of want as your fingers slid for purchase. Even with a quick once over, you could tell the glass had seen its fair share of prints.

Chanyeol had been your equal in every way imaginable, handled the beast of a car like it was designed just for him, for his long legs and his strong hands. Seeing him drive was what made you go from wanting to needing him, from fantasizing about his hips between your thighs to demanding he let you stain the leather of his seats.

‘Shit,’ you whined when he nipped at your neck, tongue swiping hot along the skin the moment his teeth disappeared. Against the juncture of your neck and shoulder, you could feel him smile as you shivered.

‘What car is this?’ you purred, not having paid attention to the make or the model. ‘A Maserati?’

He was breathless as you ground back against his hips, relishing the hardness of his dick trapped beneath his jeans. You wanted him to call you kitten, wanted him to pet you dry.

‘Grantourismo,’ he groaned, pressing you harder against him as he thrust forward, hissing between grit teeth. ‘Red interior. V12. Custom.’ His words were clipped as he bent once more to lap at the nape of your neck, moving one hand reluctantly to fumble for his keys.

‘Only arrogant pricks would have this car, clearly for compensating for something,’ you laughed, teasing him, and you hated that it sounded almost like you were panting. He pressed himself against you and then against his car, and, instinctively, you pushed back against him only to grind against the smooth paint of the door, attempting to fuck yourself between the two.

Behind you, you could hear his resolve starting to dissipate, moans being held back in his chest and tearing into the atmosphere as heavy sighs. You reached back and grabbed him through his trousers, a cruel chuckle escaping your throat as he moaned and pressed his forehead against the nape of your neck. His dick was hot and heavy beneath your palm, already trying to rip through the denim of his jeans.

‘Only ignorant pricks insult this car, filled with too many wet dreams to handle something tangible,’ he whispered into your ear before licking the shell, teasing the lobe gently between his teeth. Against your wish, a keening whine moved through your chest forcing you to bite your lip to keep quiet.

In an instant he turned you around to face him, grabbed your ass with the flat of his palms and lifted as though you were weightless. Naturally, you wrapped your legs around his waist as his body stepped forward to push you back against the car. Surrounded by him as you were, you bit at his jaw, licking and sucking at the skin of his neck, and not once did he stop grinding into you.

‘Show me something tangible,’ you whispered, dipping down to suck roughly on his Adam’s apple.

‘Get in the fucking car,’ he said gruffly, releasing you, letting you slide down the door before he threw it open.

Momentarily you felt embarrassed for the speed at which you dove in, but he followed suit quickly, coming to settle between your already spread legs as he pulled the door closed behind him.

Within seconds the heat and tension inside the car was unbearable. You finally got to see him, really see him, and his windswept hair, his flushed chest, his almond eyes, the freckle on his nose. Something about him seemed almost delicate, like breaking him or riding him meant you’d shatter this persona, but you knew it was your own arrogance that made you see him this way. It was like looking at yourself, the way his veins pulsed in his neck as though his blood had turned to liquid gold. It made you want to kiss him, so you did.

You cupped his cheek with your right hand and kissed him, soft, gentle, and completely unlike you, completely unlike this was meant to be, but he didn’t protest. Chanyeol moved into it, warm lips sucking on yours until you decided you’d had enough. Pulling his head back only marginally, he opened his mouth just enough to let his tongue dart out and graze yours. Suddenly you became aware of your breathing, the uneven patterns and the almost complete stillness surrounding the rest of the little world built inside the car.

The moment your walls came down was the moment he drove his tongue into your mouth, full force and absolutely desperate to swallow you whole. You moved your hand back to fist in his the thick strands of his hair as the other pushed him back to settle in his lap, working its way under his shirt. You pressed your fingers into the bones of his spine in the rhythm he had set to massage your mouth. It was a mutual gift, and he hummed, low and deep, sending vibrations through your body.

Straddling him, you angled yourself to grind down against him and, after the third rock of your hips into his, his fingers started to knead your neck, hips thrusting up against your center. The motion of his body was slow, full of purpose and filled with intent. He’d developed his own goal, his own endgame, and every roll of his hips, every graze of his cock against your clothed folds made the muscles of your thighs start to ache. As starved as you were, this wasn’t how you wanted him.

‘Look,’ you said, pulling back. At the loss of contact with your lips, he released a soft whine that almost made you want to apologize. Almost. ‘You keep doing that and I’m gonna have to ride your thigh, which is the exact opposite of where and how I want to come.’

He nodded, sliding you off his lap with a small grin. He settled back against the opposite door and bit his lip, looking you up and down, as though pleased with his consolation prize. You recognized him as someone who had done this before, whose search for power and money always ended with sex somewhere nameless, and you were nothing new for him. Merely different. Merely exciting. Merely operating at his speed.

‘Take off your jeans,’ you ordered, instinctively grinding down into the seat to keep your arousal high.

He glanced around, sliding his tongue along the bottom of his teeth as he considered the area. ‘Gonna be tight,’ he laughed, though he didn’t seem phased by the challenge.

With your legs slightly tangled, you shifted up onto your knees to let his legs extend by your sides, one angled to the floor and the other lifted to drape his calf over the back seat.

‘At least get them down to your ankles.’

Chanyeol complied like an eager puppy, like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to do in his life, but you wanted him to move slower. You found wanted to do it yourself.

‘Let me,’ you whispered.

His hands stilled and he set his head against the window, luxuriating in the heat, the tension, the desire. Licking his lips, he reached a hand into your hair, carding his fingers through its thickness, as you bought your hands to his belt.

It was important to you that you move with an air of gentleness, that you made it a point to touch the skin above his belt. Your fingers idly traced the waistline of his jeans, teasing the skin with your fingertips, before you made it to the buckle itself. At the ministrations of your touch, he shuddered, closing his eyes with a sigh as he basked in the feel of your light grazes. The sight of him like this, lost and wanton, made wetness pool in your underwear, your thighs clenching around nothing once more.

‘You were good out there,’ you breathed, suddenly needing to say something. You felt as though you were too wet, felt that he was too much. You couldn’t wait to handle him, but still you took your time, pacing yourself.

‘Hmm?’ he hummed, dazed by your touch and keeping his eyes closed.

‘On the track,’ you clarified, pulling the belt through loop after loop, slowly and confidently. ‘First time I’ve felt challenged in years.’

‘You still won though.’ His words came out in a slight wheeze as you undid the button to his jeans. He didn’t sound upset, rather he sounded pleased, glad for the bruise to his ego, letting it turn you into something enticing.

‘I was in a Bugatti.’ You tugged his zipper downwards, smiling at his red briefs - they matched the car’s interior perfectly.

‘Had you been in the McLaren I would have won.’

‘Why do you think I chose the Bugatti?’ you countered with a wink, flaying his jeans wide, and toying with the elastic waistband at his hipbones.

‘I think you’re just trying to get into my pants,’ he whined, with a pout.

‘I’m already in your pants.’

And with that, you shoved your hand down his briefs and took hold of him. His hips bucked into your palm and his head slid slowly back against the window. He was cursing, muttering expletives, and it only fueled your fire. You held him tightly, dragging your hand from the base to the tip and back down again. There was a rock to his hips, a slight rhythm in an effort to bring you closer and make you move faster. You held his hip with your other hand, pressing down to keep him still. This was yours, this moment of pleasure belonged to you. Things had moved fast, the way you both normally liked things to be, but, at that moment, you wanted the world to stop.

The fingers in your hair moved down your temples and across your cheek, coming to pause at your lips where they lightly traced your bottom lip with a gentle thumb, a slow graze of touching and a mouth that was sighing and suddenly you lost all sense of space and time. Down and down his hand went, a feather touch along your throat setting you aflame, and coming to trace collar of your shirt.

In appreciation, you ran your thumb over his slit, already leaking with precome. His hand clenched into fists, one wrapping itself in your shirt and the other dragging across the leather seat until his nails were digging into his palm. A moan, sounding almost tortured, ripped through his chest and seemed to echo through the car. Your was proud. This was yours. This was in your control.

The hands at your shirt moved hastily down to your jeans as he leaned forward, displaying the same eagerness as when he got into the Koenigsegg. You leaned back onto your heels and watched him go to work, but refused to remove your hand from his cock. There was no belt for him to work through, no extra barrier, just a meagre button and his hand. Soft moans kept slipping through his lips but his eyes were alight, all mischief and mayhem.

‘Your fucking mouth,’ you whispered. It transfixed you, the way his lips were swollen without any stimulation, just the rush of blood beneath the skin.

‘What about my fucking mouth?’ he mumbled, undoing the button of your jeans with ease.

‘It’s fucking mesmerizing,’ was your gasped reply, words splintering as his own fingers moved along the band of your underwear.

‘Funny,’ he teased, watching the flutter of your eyelids as he lowered his leg to push you closer, fingers wandering beneath your underwear - everywhere but where you wanted them most. ‘I feel the same way about yours.’

Biting your lip as he gently moved down your mound, you instinctively thrust into his touch. ‘Imagine it wrapped around your dick.’

A wicked smile played at his lips, delicate fingers gliding down to drag along your slit. ‘Already have.’

You wanted to say something, wanted to counter him with your own admission - that, from the moment you saw him, you’d been tasting the underside of his dick on your tongue like a phantom limb. At that moment, you would have said anything to turn the image into a reality, but he pushed you back, pushed you off him, and moved so quickly you had no time to react.

Your hands moved to clutch the seat as he adjusted, fisting his hands in the waistband of your underwear and jeans, tugging them down your legs as though he were tearing you free. Chanyeol moved like the backseat of his car was his home, like he’d maneuvered this way so many times the action came naturally, and, much the same, your body assumed the shape of his car and let him take the lead as though it had been waiting for him after all this time.

‘Take off your shirt,’ he demanded, and instantly you obeyed, lifting the fabric over your head and letting it drop to the floor unceremoniously.

Following suit, Chanyeol tugged the cotton of his shirt up and off, leaving himself exposed. The hard lines of his muscles were tantalizing, the veins in his arms pronounced and raising the skin of his biceps like small trails of want. He didn’t flinch under your gaze, didn’t even blush, just sat before you, pleased and eager as he too drank you in.

‘Bra too,’ he said, nodding towards the black lace.

As your fingers undid the clasp of your bra, you suddenly became acutely aware that you were in a car in a parking lot. True, the windows were tinted dark, toeing the line between legal and conspicuous, but still any passing stranger would be able to see your shadows, hear your voices. The thought spurred you on, sent a shock of arousal between your thighs that found you grinding down to satisfy your need for pressure.

Dropping your bra to the floor with your shirt, you sat before him just as he did you, proud and unwavering. He licked his lips in desire, cocking an eyebrow as a challenge to temptation - yours and his - but you remained unmoved. Seemingly pleased with your tempered stoicism, he moved forward slowly, crawling towards you with a thick haze of need clouding his vision.

‘Is this a habit for you?’ you gasped, closing your eyes as he brought his mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your skin. It was a sharp contrast, the burning torch of his mouth compared with the cool leather of his seats. Already, you could feel yourself sticking, the wetness from your center dripping to leave a stain.

‘Cars or sex?’ he asked, kissing your breast before he sucked your nipple into his mouth.

The words on your tongue died, thoughts fading as he rolled the sensitive nub between his teeth, pulling back only to release it with a slight pop. Once it was free, he moved to the other, mimicking the same attention, making you moan.

‘Either,’ you sighed, once you found your voice.

‘Both,’ he said, pushing you up a bit further against the door to lower himself. ‘After a while they stop being mutually exclusive.’

‘That’s the most -’ your sentence broke, words trapped in your throat as he pressed a finger between your folds, searching. You moaned at the sensation, feeling a flush bloom along your chest. ‘That’s the most masculine thing I’ve heard someone say - and masculine is being polite.’

‘Well,’ he replied, looking up at you through his eyelashes as he pressed a kiss against your inner thigh, ‘aren’t you lucky I’m not here for your mouth?’

You shivered at the touch, fingers gripping the seat in an effort to keep from forcing his head to your pussy. ‘You sure about that?’

‘Positive,’ was his plain reply, and, with that, he pushed two fingers inside you.

A cry burst from your chest, loud and unabashed, at the feel of his fingers spreading your folds, stretching them, as he pulled his fingers out only to push them back in. Arching your back in pleasure, you tried spreading your legs wider to give him better access, but found yourself restricted by the space. The limit to your movements meant all of you felt tight, his fingers thick and hard as they moved inside you, curling upwards to reach places your own never could. With each thrust inside, he pushed deeper, pressed harder, until eventually he buried his fingers inside to the knuckle and set a steady rhythm.

His free hand reached up to massage your breast, a hum of pleasure mixing with pride as he teased the mound. Long before he had started touching you, your breasts had started to feel heavy, body becoming tense with need, and having his hands all over you, all at once, was intoxicating. With his fingers moving inside you, your walls clenched around him, desperate to keep and hold his fingers, while you reached forward for his jaw, bringing his mouth towards yours.

You tongue sneaked out to wet your lips before you kissed, darting along the flesh, only to be captured by Chanyeol’s mouth. He sucked on it then, your hands gripping his shoulders in pleasure as you moaned before moving down the smooth expanse of his shoulders. Along the way, your fingers pressed circles into the muscles, absorbing the warmth that seemed to radiate from his skin.

‘Fuck,’ he moaned against your mouth, swallowing your sighs, ‘you’re so fucking tight. How the fuck are you gonna take my dick?’

To accentuate his words, he curled his fingers on an inward thrust, pulling a cry from your lips. Your head fell back against the door, mouth open and eyes falling shut in delight. Chanyeol laughed, deep and possessive, and the sound made you smile. In your hands, his cock felt thick, and his words made you imagine him buried inside you to the hilt, stretching and filling you.

Instinctively, you started to grind down onto his fingers, thrusting into his hand for more of him. As if encouraged by your movements, he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing gentle circles over the swollen nub before tapping against it, applying more pressure with each stroke. Your hands slipped down to his biceps, clutching at him as your nails dug crescent moons into his skin, needy and desperate. Each thrust of his fingers brought you closer to the edge, the caresses against your clit causing your orgasm start to build.

It started first in your thighs, a wave of tension causing them to start to shake, before moving into your back and stomach, your blood burning hot in your veins. Breath becoming shallow, your walls clenched around his fingers, aching for something larger, thicker - you wanted him deeper, faster, harder, and his hand was simply not enough.

‘Stop,’ you said, and immediately Chanyeol halted his movements. ‘I want you to fuck me.’ You reached for him then, holding his face to bring his mouth to yours, murmuring against his lips. ‘I want you to fuck me so hard I taste you on my tongue.’

Slowly, you kissed him, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging, releasing only when he pulled his fingers from your core with a deep groan. He brought his fingers to his mouth, ran the tips along his lips before putting them in his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks, he closed his eyes and sucked, long and slow, with a deep hum of glee at the taste of you on his skin.

‘How does it taste?’ you asked.

Sliding his fingers from his mouth, he opened eyes, swaying briefly as though he were drunk. ‘Like victory.’

Placing both hands on your hips, he squeezed the soft flesh and your bones, gripping you as he kissed you once more, this time hard, tongue swiping against yours roughly.

‘Condom in the glove compartment,’ he muttered as he pulled away, fumbling awkwardly around the car for purchase.

Chanyeol clambered over the seat, all long limbs and bare ass. The length of his arms made it easier, perhaps, for him to reach the glove compartment without much struggle. At the new angle, the supple flesh of his ass was exposed, jeans around his ankles making his motions a small challenge, and you couldn’t help but crave the image of your handprint burning red against his cheeks.

And so you did, lifted your hand back to slap his ass hard, making him jump and yelp before he fell back into the seat. At the sight of his narrowed eyes, you burst into laughter, wicked and coquettish, biting your lip as a growl rumbled through his chest.

‘You’re gonna pay for that later,’ he hissed, tearing open the condom wrapper.

Cocking your eyebrow as your laughter died, you jutted your chin at him playfully. ‘There’s a later?’

Curling his upper lip, he took a moment to regard you and your mostly naked form, languidly rolling the condom down the hard length of his erection. You felt his eyes wandering over you, gaze heated and searing, burning your flesh away and making you feel exposed. Beneath his hard stare, you shivered.

Pleased with his assessment of your body, he licked at his full lips and lowered his gaze to your pussy, suddenly looking starved. ‘There fucking better be.’

For a moment, you remained still, watched him as he settled back against the door opposite you as if laying himself out as a feast. It was your turn, you assumed, to study him, his erection in his hand as he finished rolling on the condom, flushed chest, and and sweat at his theist from the heat that had built in the car.

The idea of a next time was exciting, exhilarating, but he still had to prove himself. You would never make it that easy.

‘Fuck me right, and maybe I’ll make that into a promise.’

Smirking, Chanyeol kept still and held your gaze. At once, you knew you had been right from the start - everything about him was an invitation.

‘Come sit on my dick.’

Not needing any further encouragement, you crawled over to him, eagerly. Holding your hips firmly, he adjusted you with ease, turning you so your back was resting against his chest, and you wiggled against him as you kicked off your jeans. The motion caused your ass to slide against his erection, hard and sitting heavy against his stomach.

‘Ah, fuck,’ he moaned, restlessly rubbing his cock between the cheeks of your ass, ‘stop teasing and just sit on me. You’ve got me so fucking hard it hurts.’

Turning to look over your shoulder, you saw him, gazing down at your ass with parted lips and flushed cheeks. Reaching back for his cock, you rose to your knees, lifted yourself up to bring his tip to your entrance and teased your folds. A keening whine slipped through his chest as he closed his eyes, tortured by the pleasure, a sound that could have just as easily come from you.

‘Like this?’ you asked, lowering yourself on his cock to sheath him tightly inside.

Already wet and stimulated, Chanyeol slid in with ease, but still the stretch of your walls had you both exclaiming.

‘Shit!’ he exclaimed, involuntarily thrusting up into at the sensation of being buried deep. ‘Your cunt is so fucking tight.’

Your chin fell to your chest, eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of being stretched so completely, his girth stretching you. The feel of his cock buried so deep inside you put your heart in your throat, made you feel like you were racing him all over again, excited and wild and free. Dazed, you found yourself starting to shake.  

‘I need a second,’ you whispered, getting used to his thickness. ‘Fuck.’

It felt fitting, you thought, that he should make you feel more full than you had in ages: with his dick, with his wit, and with his ego. Perhaps fucking him was a symptom of your own narcissism, body and soul recognizing him as an equal, and therefore letting you fuck yourself. The thought made you laugh, the vibration in your chest making you shudder and clench around him, pressing against him slightly.

‘Fuck, I could come just like that,’ he moaned, feeling you tighten around him.

‘But I can’t.’

And, with that, you lifted yourself up, let him slide out of you just to the tip, before you pushed back down on him. Like this, you set a rhythm that made your thighs burn, hands sliding over his legs and scratching at his skin. His fingers at your hips squeezed, forced bruises into the flesh born out of ecstasy and you were proud to wear them in his honour. The wet sounds of your fucking filled the car, and only when he got vocal, only when the low baritone of his moan fell in rhythm as you clenched around him each time he slipped from you, did you remember that someone could hear.

The thought invigorated you, made you bounce on him faster, and the sight of your excitement made Chanyeol laugh.

‘Look at you,’ he chuckled, dark and thick, thrusting up into you. ‘Fucking yourself on my cock like a slut.’

At his words, there was an unspoken shift in control, the movements of your thighs halting as he began to lift you, taking over to set a punishing rhythm. Keeping one hand at your hip, he dragged his left slowly up your stomach. Lightly, his fingers grazed the underside of your breast, barely there and ghosting against the skin, before he cupped it firmly. Pushing you back against his chest, you rested your head against his shoulder as the flat of his palm slithered over your breast and your chest to cradle your neck. Neither massaging nor squeezing, just lingering as a means of control.

The possessive hold on your body only elevated your arousal, made you rock into him and reach back to drape your arm around his neck. Fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, you let yourself drown in the totality of him, the victory of having him, and in the hopes that someone would see you - debauched and breathless - getting fucked hard and fast like a dream turned to reality. At this angle, he fucked into you roughly, deep and piercing, pressing against your spot with rapid thrusts.

‘Fuck!’ you sighed, voice tight and desperate. With your ear lingering so close to his mouth, you heard his low groan of pride and pleasure - one and the same, you thought - and your walls clenched around him, matching him thrust for thrust. ‘Right there,’ you gasped, licking at your lips, ‘shit - right there.’

‘You’ve got such a pretty mouth,’ he cooed, slowing his thrusts minutely and teasing you back against him in search of a faster speed, ‘pretty mouth and pretty cunt.’

The hand at your hip inched forward, fingers walking against your skin as though traversing the terrain of a map. Slowly, they moved until they rested atop your clit, rubbing circles in time with his thrusts. At the contact, a high pitched moan, wholly unlike you, bled into the car and once more you felt your orgasm start to build.

Chanyeol sped up his thrusts at the sound, fucking into you with renewed vigor as his fingers flicked and rubbed at your clit like they were hungry for you and for your voice. All of him, his hands, his cock, and his heart, was begging for all of you. Inside you he was greedy, against you he was gluttonous, and you were just the same.

Against your back, you could hear the fluttering rhythm of his heart as it fought against his sternum. His breath cascaded down your neck in shallow puffs, each inward thrust putting a wet, deep grunt in your ears that only served to further your hunger. You wanted to feel him come apart beneath you, feel his thighs shudder and his hips jut to a halt as he spilled himself inside the condom.

These thoughts, these lewd and shameless thoughts, partnered with the piercing thrusts of his cock and his deft fingers at your clit, suddenly became too much to bear. The heat of your orgasm, the tingling sensation of keeping something more powerful than adrenaline bottled inside you, made your muscles start to tremble. Shivers rolled down your spine with each roll of your hips, and soon you were clutching at him, suddenly small and floating at the edge of ecstasy.

‘I’m gonna come,’ you sighed, words as messy as the movement of your hips, ‘I'm - oh, fuck.’

‘I know,’ he breathed, ‘I can feel it.’

His words pulled a small whine from your lips, tiny and defeated, no longer able to keep your climax at bay. Chanyeol laughed in your ear, the noise of it dripping through your veins and into your soul like honey, thick and sweet. Around him, your walls started to clench erratically.

‘Come for me,’ he demanded, thrusting harder and rubbing fast circles on your clit. ‘Let me hear it.’

At his command, your orgasm crashed through you, fierce and intense. Your back arched off him, mouth open in a silent scream as all the muscles in your body wound tight, cooling together in bliss before releasing all at once. With one hand at his leg and the other at his neck, you held onto Chanyeol tightly, grounding yourself and turning his body into a tether to keep your bones from evaporating entirely.

Inside you, Chanyeol kept his pace steady and brutal, dragging your orgasm out for as long as possible until you relaxed against him, fucked out and smiling at nothing. Removing his hand from your clit, he held your hips tightly, thrusting into you with urgency.

‘Minute I saw you,’ Chanyeol hissed between grit teeth, ‘from the minute I saw you, I knew your cunt would feel amazing.’

Unable to speak, the tremors of your orgasm still flickering in your veins, you simply hummed in response.

‘Next time I - oh shit,’ he moaned, hips becoming sloppy, ‘I want you bent over the hood of this fucking car, ass out for me to slap.’

His words only made your blissful smile blow wide. ‘Come then,’ you murmured, turning to press a cheek against his jaw. ‘Come so you get round two.’

You thought Chanyeol would be vocal in his orgasm, thought his predilection for dirty talk and public sex would make him noisy, but instead he was silent. He trembled through his orgasm, mouth open and breath halted, twitching against you as he spilled inside the condom.

For a while, you were both silent. As your heart rates began to settle, he pressed wet kisses against your neck and shoulder, panting yet doting on you with affection you found uncharacteristic for his previous demeanor. Normally, you found this off putting, but with him the action felt natural and welcome.

‘Do you want to go again?’ you whispered eventually, once you were able to piece the shards of your voice back together.

He hummed thoughtfully, playfully. ‘Cars or sex?’ he questioned, interested, before kissing your cheek.

‘Both.’

Chanyeol remained silent for a moment, weighing your response, but against your cheek you felt a grin tug at his lips.

‘Okay,’ he said, nodding slightly. ‘But this time I'm driving a Selene.’

Pleased, you decided to make your wager. ‘And what will the stakes be?’

‘Me,’ he said, almost instantly.

‘I'm in.’

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[savagep0et]

Truck and car hit by train

So this story is a few years old, but happened in my home town. A semi style enclosed car transport was delivering a $300,000 McLaren MP4-12C when it crossed train tracks and got stuck. The tracks where at the top of a rather hilly road and the low clearance of the truck got stuck right in the middle of the tracks. And like the cheesy plot of some B rated movie, a train was on the way. The driver called 911 begging them to stop the train, but...too late.

This is what the car would have looked like new.

Pic from: https://www.edmunds.com/used-black-mclaren-mp4-12c/

This is how it ended up after the slow moving train hit and pushed it down the tracks for a while. Doesn't look TOO bad considering, but pretty expensive.

[adriansmithcarslove]

Barrett-Jackson Hidden Gems: 2012 McLaren MP4-12C High Sport Chassis 9

The McLaren MP4-12C is a fascinating supercar. First of all, the fact that it exists is perhaps the craziest part of the story. Sure, McLaren’s flirted with passenger vehicles in the past. Back in the late ’60s, Bruce McLaren himself drove around the U.K. in a prototype M6GT, one of two built back when McLaren was considering competing in Group 4—50 cars would have needed to have been built to meet homologation rules and that number was a bridge too far. Then of course there was the Gordon Murray-designed F1, the legendary car against which all other supercars are forever measured. Then McLaren teamed up with Mercedes to build the Mercedes-McLaren SLR, a machine that was much more muscular German thug (i.e. AMG) than McLaren liked. Then, finally, this thing, the MP4-12C. With it came the decision that, yeah, McLaren was going whole hog and becoming a “regular” car manufacturer.

Was it perfect? No. The MP4-12C had flaws, and we famously ranked it one spot behind a Subaru BRZ at Best Driver’s Car. Hey, that Subaru is pretty great. But the MP4-12C is something else: it is an uncompromised expression of one person’s indomitable will. In this case, that person is former McLaren CEO Ron Dennis. I honestly don’t even know that much about Mr. Dennis, but what I do know could fill a book. A quick anecdote to set the stage: a guy I know once got a ride on Ron’s private jet. Ron had a rule about no shoes allowed inside the plane. Even though it was pouring rain, my friend was forced to remove his shoes, walk up the soaked steps in his socks, and fly to Paris with wet feet. The MP4-12C, therefor, represented what Ron Dennis thought a supercar should be. All the way down to and including the weird name. Flaws aside, McLaren built approximately 1,800 MP4-12Cs (and later 12Cs), as well as around 2000 MP4-12C Spiders. Not a bad start, all things considered.

This particular MP4-12C is a very special edition done by the fledgling MSO, aka McLaren Special Operations, limited to 10 examples, and called High Sport. Initially, only five High Sports were planned, but since the upgrades were all very functional, demand was great and McLaren built five more. First and foremost, power went way up. From 592 horsepower to a devilish 666 hp. The exact same output as the way-off-in-the-future 675LT, as a matter of fact. Visually, you can tell High Sports by the significantly revised front end that previewed the 650S’ schnoz.  You can also tell by the massive air vents on the side of the front fenders just ahead of the wheels. Those come from McLaren’s GT3 effort at the time. The same is true for the high pressure-relieving louvers on top of those same fenders, the rear fascia, and the wing.

This particular High Sport is arguably the most coveted of all. It’s chassis number 9, and was built for a very particular client: Ron Dennis. If it’s not this High Sport then it’s the one that was rumored to have been built for the crown prince of Bahrain, though no one’s seen that one. Anyhow, chassis 9 is the only one of the 10 High Sports finished in the Vodafone Racing Team’s F1 livery. There’s also the additional MSO Red Rocket airbrushed details. Under the “bonnet” you’ll find signatures from the team that drove and crewed an MP4-12C GT3 to a win at the 24 Hours of Nurburgring. Perhaps best of all, the car comes with a signed letter from Ron Dennis, explaining his commissioning of this car. You know, if I’m going to write that book, I should probably get my hands on that letter. Thing is, this High Sport did not sell at another auction a few years back, with a high bid of $900,000. So… no letter for me!

Post Script: The McLaren 570S took the Best Driver’s Car trophy back to Woking, England, in 2016. All is forgiven. On both sides.

Barrett-Jackson ushers in a new year of high-octane auction action during its 48th Annual Scottsdale Auction, featuring some of the world’s most coveted collector vehicles and authentic automobilia collectibles, January 12-20, 2019, at WestWorld of Scottsdale. As in decades past, The World’s Greatest Collector Car Auctions will be the epicenter of Collector Car Auction Week and entertain thousands of automotive enthusiasts with interactive exhibits, entertainment, and activities. Check your local TV listings to see it live on MotorTrend Network and download the app for exclusive, live coverage.

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McLaren 570S Rear Wing Project and Zito Wheels

The body style of the McLaren 570s was quite the change from the 12C and 650s giving it a more futuristic look.  I remember seeing the tour car at McLaren San Francisco when I was getting my McLaren 12C thinking, “that thing is insane!”  What I did love about the 12C was the active aero rear wing that only a super car would have.  With the addition of the Vorsteiner Carbon Wing Blade, the 12C was dialed.  When I got the 570s, I was in love with all its styling but felt like it was missing something.  Its like putting a 991 Carrera and a 991 GT3 side by side, that rear wing really makes it look meaner.  With the 570s aftermarket aero parts just starting to come out from companies like Vorsteiner, Novitec, and others, we wanted to take a chance on developing something fitting for the 570s.  There were a couple of one offs I had seen on Instagram from companies and then there was the factory McLaren 570 GT4 wing which is unobtanium.  So with that inspiration, we set out to use our in-house R&D department.

There are a couple of key things you need to make the rear spoiler look right on the car and be functional.  The first and main component is the wing blade.  Making a new carbon fiber air foil from scratch is pretty difficult.  For years we have worked with APR Performance and their carbon fiber components.  Their GTC 300 carbon wings are the perfect size and style to flow with the McLaren 570s body.  Available in a 61 inch and 67 inch width, we opted for the 61 inch to be tight and flow well on the rear fenders. The full carbon fiber wing is extremely light weight and APR manufactures the mounting positions to be exactly where we need them.  With the carbon fiber weave a match to the factory McLaren carbon, this was perfect!  Since the look of the McLaren 570 GT4 is so on point, that was our target look.  Unfortunately, there is no option to not trim or cut if you want to add a wing.  So we opted for the side pieces that are on either side of the engine cover.  This would allow you to affordably replace if you messed something up or decided to revert back at a later date.  In designing the uprights, we wanted to make something to be very rigid to be secure at speeds of 200 mph.  We have actually seen one vendor that just bolted the wing to the rear decklid!  This would be flimsy and not appropriate to such a well designed vehicle.  Utilizing our engineering department, solidworks, and 3D printing, we came up with what we think is the BEST rear spoiler kit for the McLaren 570s.

The first part of the wing kit is an aluminum bracket that replaces the factory black bracket under the decklid.  This new bracket mimics the factory piece including mounting points for the stock decklid fitment while incorporating mounting positions for the new uprights.  The brackets design allows for easy access to install the uprights to each side which helps reinforce the strength of the entire wing.  Comparatively, high end spoilers like the Novitec, have long mounting positions that go all the way down to the frame rail.  The Novitec rear spoiler is an excellent piece of equipment.  For our prototype, we 3D printed uprights to get the position of the wing and test its function.  Suprisingly, the 3D printed design held up extremely well even going 80 mph on the highway!  The new uprights are designed to offer adjustability in the wings rake to change the downforce if desire.  The holes allow for up to 15 total adjustments where each hole is 3 degrees.  In addition, the wing uprights can be extended upwards to change the height of the wing 1.75 inches from its lowest position.  After testing our prototype setup, we then produced the uprights in aluminum which features beveled edges and a matte black powdercoat.  To finish off the complete package, we took the carbon fiber end plates and styled them to be similar to the GT4 all with beautiful allen head stainless steel hardware.  The complete kit comes in at an affordable price of $3795.

  In addition to the rear wing upgrade, we also got a new set of street wheels and tires.  With the McLaren now lowered on the Agency Power Springs, the car definitely needed something that was more flush!  We went with the new Zito ZF01 Flow Forme wheels in a 19×9 +30mm and 20×12 +30mm finished in gloss black.  Keeping the stock 19/20 setup, we went with a wider tire to help with traction from the increase of power by the VR Tuned ECU Flash and Armytrix race pipes.  The fronts are a 235/35/19 and the rears are a 305/30/20 Pirelli PZero tires.  We decided to finish off the look with some Pirelli Tire Stickers.  The ZF01 wheels are 15% lighter than their ZS line and comparable to a BBS flow forged weight.  The load rating on these Zito Wheels is 860kg per wheel and never crack!  Most companies make their flow forged focused on weight at 600kg load rating which results in cracking easily.  As Zito states, “I’d rather have my wheels 1-2lbs heavier and strong then to have customers calling about wheels breaking.”  We agree!

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Cristiano Ronaldo spends $9 million on limited edition Bugatti Centodieci to get through coronavirus pandemic

According to Forbes, Ronaldo had an income of $109 million in 2019, making him the world’s 2nd highest paid athlete in the world

Launched 2019, the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, meaning “The Black Car” and costing $12 million, was unveiled as the world’s most expensive car at the Geneva Motor Show. Cristiano Ronaldo, the famed international soccer superstar, currently on a $35 million per year contract at Juventus (and not counting his other lucrative endorsement deals) was rumoured to be the new owner of the La Voiture Noire.

According to Forbes, Ronaldo had an income of $109 million in 2019, making him the world’s 2nd highest paid athlete in the world. His earnings, combined with his exquisite taste for the finer things in life like palatial mansions, bejewelled fine Swiss timepieces and ultra-exclusive supercars, made him a likely contender for owner of world’s most expensive car.

This seaside mansion in Madeira mansion, is currently where he’s spending his social distancing with partner Georgina Rodriguez

Revenge Shopping: Cristiano Ronaldo spends $9 million on limited edition Bugatti Centodieci to get through coronavirus pandemic

It was reported earlier this week in Italy’s Sky Sport, Spain’s MARCA, and the Daily Mail that Ronaldo bought Bugatti’s La Voiture Noire for astounding US$12.3 million plus another $6.4 million in taxes and fees; but when TMZ approached his agent, they categorically denied that the soccer star purchased the modern interpretation of the classic Bugatti Type 57.

Instead, Gulf News has confirmed that Ronaldo did buy a Bugatti. It wasn’t La Voiture Noire, it was one of ten limited edition Bugatti Centodieci, which still costs a cool $8.9 million. Ronaldo is well known for his supercar collection which includes a Mercedes C Class Sport Coupe (a gift from his girlfriend), a Rolls-Royce Phantom, a Ferrari 599 GTO, a Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4, an Aston Martin DB9, a McLaren MP4 12C and a Bentley Continental GTC Speed.

With his purchase of the limited edition Bugatti Centodieci, Ronaldo adds another to his fleet of hypercars which currently includes another two models from the French hypercar manufacturer – the Chiron and the Veyron: the latter is currently the fastest car in the world, a Veyron Super Sport, can reach 100 kmh in 2.4 seconds and hits a top speed of 267 mph, approximately 430 kmh or 1/3 of the speed of sound.

Founded in 1909 by Italian-born industrial designer Ettore Bugatti, the premium car marque famed for its legacy of highly collectible Type 35 Grand Prix cars, the Type 41 “Royale”, the Type 57 “Atlantic” and the Type 55 classic sports-cars is headquartered in Molsheim, Alsace, France.

The company struggled financially after the death of the elder Bugatti and the later passing of his son, releasing one last model in the 1950s, before eventually being purchased for its airplane parts business in 1963 and then revived in the 1990s, by an entrepreneur as a builder of limited production exclusive sports cars.

Ronaldo is currently spending the coronavirus pandemic holed up in his beautiful seaside mansion in Madeira, Spain, after teammate Daniele Rugani tested positive for coronavirus in March. His girlfriend, Georgina Rodriguez posted a picture of their living conditions on Instagram earlier:

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Después de que mamá le echara una regañina, ella me castiga con carita de muñeca enfadada 😍 The little angry schnookums face I got in return for putting my foot down 😍🤤 #actriz #modoon 💟

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Unpopular opinion: am I the only one who dislikes the how the new C8 Corvette looks?

When I heard that the next Corvette was going to be mid engined, I was pretty excited. Some of the artist renderings looked awesome, and it seemed like the Vette would finally become a true super car.

When it actually came out, I was less than excited about how it looked. To me, it looks nothing like a Vette should. It seems instead to be just a generic version of an Italian supercar. Like a cross between a Hurican and a McLaren 12C , but with none of the distinctiveness. I find the old C7 to be much better looking. There is just something about the angled cockpit and long, low hood that is very visually appealing. I have yet to see a C8 in person, and pictures can lie, so maybe my opinion will change when I actually see one.

This post is in no way hating on people that own/want to own a C8. It is still an awesome car, and I would give an arm and a leg to own one or even drive in one. But I want to know if anyone feels the same as I do. What are your opinions on the C8’s styling?

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Lexus Supercar Climbs on the Prime

Since that time I might trained for you to pronounce the saying 'car', My spouse and i grew to be quite fervent with regards to as much as possible in a number of trolley wheels along with more recently electric motor sporting along with as much as possible a pair of controls similar!

Cheers to some extent for you to our delayed grand daddy, Saturdays ended up expended following your ex recount your content inside car part of Your Day-to-day Telegraph magazine.

Many of us don't contain the very same tastes throughout autos head, they ended up being a passionate Lexus seller, even though My spouse and i ended up being additional straight into our Mercedes Benz... even if not only a seller, effectively just yet!  Porsche 991.2 S / 4S / GTS Exhaust

Consequently think about our please in earning a new levels of competition along with staying asked into your Goodwood Festivity involving Rate, to get influenced up the renowned hillclimb inside Lexus Supercar, your LFA.

I might attended your festivity quite a while rear, nevertheless in some manner recognized this specific expertise was going to always be a little distinct immediately after staying instructed I'd personally always be dealt with as being a VIP.

Consequently off of My spouse and i on course into Sussex, I would probably refer to i ended up being flown into Manchester along with offered in a very lodge with the Thames disregarding your Residences involving Parliament, even though staying shot by simply my video producers. Pertaining to a person staying additional employed to staying guiding your digicam along with often undertaking issues for the affordable, this became genuinely beyond our comfort zone.

For all of us that will didn't attended Goodwood, it is just a certain ought to for virtually any petrolhead. Not simply should it ooze high-octane exciting, nevertheless the many sporting figures prior along with found yield for you to experience this specific car yard bash. You can find close for you to autos along with cycles: blend while using megastars even though experiencing your aromas in the methanol gasoline.

Latest F1 Entire world Success Jenson Key wowed your packed areas operating a new turbocharged V6 McLaren-Tag MP4/2C up the hillclimb, an auto virtually while previous while your ex, as you move the merely a pair of along with a number of wheeled Entire world Success, Bob Surtees acquired a new rounded involving applause through the supporters while they left up the Ferrari 158 they ended up being operating. For the gentleman containing was required to expertise the kid Holly staying slain sporting recently, he or she is the United kingdom sporting gent, ethical, extremely humble along with built occasion for all that will located chat to your ex.

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Your cycles just weren't way too always be surpassed with the autos and also a total number involving latest entire world racers needed on the course which include United kingdom megastars, Leon Haslam, John Toseland along with Leon Camier. Italian star Giacomo Agostini in addition busy your supporters onboard the MV Agusta 500, a new motorcycle which in turn gained your ex eight consecutive entire world headings.

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Nevertheless in addition to the many leisure, My spouse and i ended up being generally there first explanation merely knowning that ended up being to try out your Lexus LFA. I've got to disclose, while i 1st found the idea, while beautifully lovely mainly because it seems to be, the idea don't get our breathing out just as much as your Mercedes Benz SLS AMG as well as your Bugatti Veyron. Playing with their subtle seems to be the idea skins precisely what is placed below.

Consequently the following is your techie info. Your several. 8 litre V10 features induced quite a lot of fascination considering that their introduction for the entire world arena. They have a top-notch rate involving 202mph, really does 0 - 62mph throughout 3. 7 a few moments along with what number of autos develop the deplete observe tuned with the tunes section involving Yamaha? Naturally never anticipate to pick up Beethoven's Sixth Symphony participating in through the deplete, nevertheless what will you expertise because of this as well as food fibre developed supercar is often a audio encouraged with the F1 autos.

Consequently immediately after having a look all-around the idea along with moving in the traveling seats, it turned out time for it to go into your assembley place ahead of our dalliance for the enterprise.

Japan SuperGT new driver along with supercool 50 calendar year previous, Takayuki Kinoshita ended up being drive an automobile us up the hillclimb. They don't genuinely converse very much Uk, nevertheless via each of our shattered Uk chats it turned out the new in Goodwood along with they perhaps devices a new Mercedes Benz SL500 last Okazaki, japan but not a new Lexus! My spouse and i liked precisely how they ended up being having images in the satnav inside LFA demonstrating the gap involving Goodwood plus the Nurburgring.

Lay inside minimal slung cockpit the lining can be normal Lexus, outstanding excellent conclude, a touch of 21st one hundred year gadgetry throughout their LCD screen along with seating that leave you really feel consequently cocooned My spouse and i thought it was suitable for our figure.

Only to include in the full expertise, your deplete looks are generally channeled in the cottage, consequently cause you to be feel as if you happen to be in your house encircled throughout 3d images are around audio in lieu of in a very supercar. Perhaps The show biz industry video standing never occur as good as this specific.

After left way up ready to travel out and about on the course, My spouse and i ended up being encased by simply many of the globe's most high-ticket autos. Bugattis, Ferraris along with Lamborghinis ended up most ready with this also ended up being surely supercar nirvana!

Many of us seemed to turn out ready alternatively a very long time after which it a new Mercedes 4wd seemed along with out and about set foot F1 racer, Lewis Hamilton. FINE discovering your ex, My spouse and i don't head your delay! They dived in the brand-new McLaren MP4-12C, not only a plot for the LFA I will put, along with on course your supercars into the beginning of your hillclimb. Immediately after a number of showboating through the ex - F1 Success, it turned out each of our utilize turn up at first range.

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Barrett-Jackson Hidden Gems: 2012 McLaren MP4-12C High Sport Chassis 9

The McLaren MP4-12C is a fascinating supercar. First of all, the fact that it exists is perhaps the craziest part of the story. Sure, McLaren’s flirted with passenger vehicles in the past. Back in the late ’60s, Bruce McLaren himself drove around the U.K. in a prototype M6GT, one of two built back when McLaren was considering competing in Group 4—50 cars would have needed to have been built to meet homologation rules and that number was a bridge too far. Then of course there was the Gordon Murray-designed F1, the legendary car against which all other supercars are forever measured. Then McLaren teamed up with Mercedes to build the Mercedes-McLaren SLR, a machine that was much more muscular German thug (i.e. AMG) than McLaren liked. Then, finally, this thing, the MP4-12C. With it came the decision that, yeah, McLaren was going whole hog and becoming a “regular” car manufacturer.

Was it perfect? No. The MP4-12C had flaws, and we famously ranked it one spot behind a Subaru BRZ at Best Driver’s Car. Hey, that Subaru is pretty great. But the MP4-12C is something else: it is an uncompromised expression of one person’s indomitable will. In this case, that person is former McLaren CEO Ron Dennis. I honestly don’t even know that much about Mr. Dennis, but what I do know could fill a book. A quick anecdote to set the stage: a guy I know once got a ride on Ron’s private jet. Ron had a rule about no shoes allowed inside the plane. Even though it was pouring rain, my friend was forced to remove his shoes, walk up the soaked steps in his socks, and fly to Paris with wet feet. The MP4-12C, therefor, represented what Ron Dennis thought a supercar should be. All the way down to and including the weird name. Flaws aside, McLaren built approximately 1,800 MP4-12Cs (and later 12Cs), as well as around 2000 MP4-12C Spiders. Not a bad start, all things considered.

This particular MP4-12C is a very special edition done by the fledgling MSO, aka McLaren Special Operations, limited to 10 examples, and called High Sport. Initially, only five High Sports were planned, but since the upgrades were all very functional, demand was great and McLaren built five more. First and foremost, power went way up. From 592 horsepower to a devilish 666 hp. The exact same output as the way-off-in-the-future 675LT, as a matter of fact. Visually, you can tell High Sports by the significantly revised front end that previewed the 650S’ schnoz.  You can also tell by the massive air vents on the side of the front fenders just ahead of the wheels. Those come from McLaren’s GT3 effort at the time. The same is true for the high pressure-relieving louvers on top of those same fenders, the rear fascia, and the wing.

This particular High Sport is arguably the most coveted of all. It’s chassis number 9, and was built for a very particular client: Ron Dennis. If it’s not this High Sport then it’s the one that was rumored to have been built for the crown prince of Bahrain, though no one’s seen that one. Anyhow, chassis 9 is the only one of the 10 High Sports finished in the Vodafone Racing Team’s F1 livery. There’s also the additional MSO Red Rocket airbrushed details. Under the “bonnet” you’ll find signatures from the team that drove and crewed an MP4-12C GT3 to a win at the 24 Hours of Nurburgring. Perhaps best of all, the car comes with a signed letter from Ron Dennis, explaining his commissioning of this car. You know, if I’m going to write that book, I should probably get my hands on that letter. Thing is, this High Sport did not sell at another auction a few years back, with a high bid of $900,000. So… no letter for me!

Post Script: The McLaren 570S took the Best Driver’s Car trophy back to Woking, England, in 2016. All is forgiven. On both sides.

Barrett-Jackson ushers in a new year of high-octane auction action during its 48th Annual Scottsdale Auction, featuring some of the world’s most coveted collector vehicles and authentic automobilia collectibles, January 12-20, 2019, at WestWorld of Scottsdale. As in decades past, The World’s Greatest Collector Car Auctions will be the epicenter of Collector Car Auction Week and entertain thousands of automotive enthusiasts with interactive exhibits, entertainment, and activities. Check your local TV listings to see it live on MotorTrend Network and download the app for exclusive, live coverage.

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Nike vs Adidas, Coke vs Pepsi, Tesla vs …? – The Lohdown

Early in the morning after the lap session for our Tesla vs. Jaguar vs. Alfa Romeo story, I grabbed a couple minutes with Motor Trend staff pro driver Randy Post before he dashed to catch a flight home. Without spoiling Kim Reynolds’ excellent feature, I want to relay just a snippet of our resident racer’s thoughts on Tesla’s new Track mode feature.

“An aggressive full-speed track entrance led to inconsistencies. It wouldn’t always do the same thing. … I go down the straightaway, and I’m heading to a corner, I’m thinking in the back of my mind, I wonder what is going to happen. It was an uneasy feeling.”

What struck me about Randy’s critique of the Model 3’s high-performance mode is that he could have been describing the recent behavior of the guy most responsible for Tesla’s very existence. Aggressive, full-speed, and inconsistent: Elon Musk’s approach to the auto industry has been all of those things, and, more recently, wildly erratic and confusing. From a cringe-worthy spat with a British rescue diver in Thailand, to claims of taking Tesla private with the backing of Saudi investment (that subsequently prompted an SEC investigation, lawsuit, and settlement), to smoking a spliff while appearing on The Joe Rogan Experience podcast, it is understandable why many Tesla customers and investors are filled with unease and wonder.

No longer in the back of my mind is this other thought: When will a true Tesla rival emerge? Coke has Pepsi, Nike has Adidas, Chevy has Ford (… and Toyota and Hyundai and VW, but that’s a different story). But where is the real Tesla challenger? And who will be its smart, sober, visionary leader?

I believe the true challenger won’t be one of the large, traditional OEMs, but rather a startup as single-focused and committed to the future of electric vehicles as Tesla. A quick survey of leading contenders including Faraday Future, Lucid Motors, NIO, and Rivian reveals a few fascinating combinations of familiar faces from across the auto industry. Plus there are a slew of China-based EV startups, any of which could claim a stake to the new technology. In particular, though, Lucid and Rivian boast impressive rosters.

If you want to beat Tesla at its own game, it helps to have players with insider information. And Lucid Motors is positively stacked with ex-Tesla talent from the top down. Cofounder Bernard Tse served as VP and board member at Tesla before he left to start Atieva, the electric car company that would become Lucid Motors. Joining him are three other former Tesla leaders: Peter Rawlinson, who was the chief engineer on the Model S, is Lucid’s CTO, and Peter Hasenkamp and Eric Bach essentially reprise the roles they played at Tesla (supply chain and body engineering, respectively) for Lucid. VP of design Derek Jenkins never worked for Elon, but before he joined Lucid, he moved from VW to head Mazda North America design when Franz von Holzhausen left that position to join Tesla.

Even though Rivian founder and CEO RJ Scaringe comes from MIT’s Sloan Automotive Laboratory, he is not yet a familiar name in industry circles. His team is loaded with some eyebrow raisers, primarily from FCA and McLaren. Rivian’s VP of design, Jeff Hammoud, was Jeep’s head of design and led passenger car interior design at FCA. He works alongside Rivian’s product development lead, Mark Vinnels, who spent 13 years at McLaren developing every road car from the MP4-12C to the 720S. Both answer to a board of directors that includes Antony Sheriff and Tom Gale. The former spent nine years launching and leading McLaren Automotive as its CEO, and the latter is an Automotive Hall of Fame car designer most well-known for his time as Chrysler design chief (and for being our Car of the Year guest judge).

Some heavyweights, indeed, but do we have a winner? Time will soon tell. Lucid Motors just locked down a billion-dollar investment from Saudi Arabia’s sovereign wealth fund (no doubt to Elon’s chagrin) and has said the production version of its Lucid Air prototype will come to market sometime in 2019, while Rivian claims its truck and SUV will be unveiled starting in 2020. Who knows where Elon and Tesla will be by then?

More from Ed Loh:

Doubling and Tripling Down on Best Driver’s Car

No Sergio, No Stelvio

How Genesis’ Dream Team Could Reinvent the Luxury Car

Luftgekühlt: The R Type of Cars and Shows

Amazon, GM, Volvo, Toyota, and the Tyranny of Technology

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First Drive: 2019 McLaren 600LT Knocks Our Socks Off

BUDAPEST, Hungary — A trip to Hungary lurked on my bucket list for some time, so it was fitting and exciting when I this month got the call to drive the new 2019 McLaren 600LT at the Hungaroring, the country’s Formula 1 circuit.

The LT designation stands for “Longtail” and goes back to the original 1990s McLaren F1 road car. McLaren in 1997 produced an updated race car version of the F1, designated the F1 GTR Longtail. I remember being on the track at Le Mans in ’97 at the same time as the Longtail GTRs—stunningly beautiful race cars with an amazing-sounding V-12 motor.

The 675LT and 675LT Spider are, until now, the most recent versions of McLaren Longtail. They had low-volume 500-unit production runs, selling out in just two months and three weeks, respectively.

In the new 600LT’s case, “Longtail” literally means a 1.9-inch longer tail/rear than found on the McLaren 570S coupe on which it is based. The 600LT will have a production run of 12 months; if you don’t have your order in already, you might be a tad late. Maybe eBay is in order for the procrastinators.

As journalists hung around the Hungaroring waiting to get on the track, I heard several people opine that the 600LT looks so similar to the 570S and the 675, as if this wasn’t a good thing. No doubt, the 600LT does look similar to those other McLaren models. But doesn’t a Porsche 911 Carrera look a lot like a Porsche 911 Turbo, or even a Cayman from certain angles? Don’t various Ferraris? A similarity of design practice hasn’t hurt those companies as they continue to produce new models with only slightly different form and function.

One of the LTs I tested included 17 pay-to-play options, adding just more than $80,000 to the $242,500 base price. I asked one of the McLaren communications folks about the plethora of options found on all the launch event’s 600LTs. “We wanted to show cars including the options most of our buyer’s request,” came the response. “Virtually nobody buys a base McLaren, the more option choices we give them the more people can make it their very own 600LT.” There’s not much of an answer to that explanation, apart from, “OK then, $80k for options, got it.”

As far as design, you won’t find many members of the Automobile staff who are huge fans of the 570S’s rear end. The back of the 600LT is a nice improvement, particularly when it has the optional Rear Bumper (fender) Aero Fins. They define the extremities nicely and look quite racy. Those Aero Fins come as part of the $7,500 Gloss Visual Carbon Fiber Exterior Upgrade Pack 2. (Yes, that is the name.) Another part of the “many words Pack 2 option” are slick looking side skirts with aero winglets. Combining the LT’s 0.3-inch lower ride height with the carbon aero options gives the car a seductively menacing stance.

While on track, we were assigned professional driver coaches in the right seat. This was really helpful, as you never get many laps during these events and I had never seen the Hungaroring in person. My U.K.-based coach was Jamie Wall, also a professional racer and competitor during recent years. Riding in the passenger street around a racetrack with a stranger at the wheel takes a lot of never, and Wall’s pointers got me up to speed in no time. So big thanks to him for letting me run as hard as I needed to in order to get the most out of my track time.

The Hungaroring is a really great racetrack with plenty of places to pass (well, maybe not in F1 cars), something that is always a prerequisite for me to enjoy a circuit. It features 14 turns, with several blind corner entries due to walls or topography. The most fun/adrenaline-pumping corner for me was the quick left hand Turn 4, comprising a blind turn-in at more than 90 mph while cresting a hill, making car positioning critical. Great stuff.

McLaren’s have always felt like they pull unusually hard at more than 80 mph. When I first drove the McLaren MP4-12C back in 2012, the acceleration rate past 80 seemed to defy its 593 hp. I felt the same thing when first driving the 562-hp 570S about three years ago when I was following a 660-hp Ferrari 488 GTB in a 570S for our Automobile All-Stars test. I lost almost no ground to the Ferrari during several roll-on acceleration runs, so I’ve always put McLaren acceleration down to the company knowing a shed load about slippery aero coefficients.

Another reason McLaren’s accelerate so fast is because they don’t create the kind of downforce we see in cars like the new Corvette ZR1 or Porsche 911 RS models. If you add all the fancy aero bits to a 600LT, it produces 221 pounds of downforce at 155 mph. For comparison, the latest RS Porsches produce around 420 pounds (GT2 RS) and 500 pounds (GT3 RS) at the same speed. In real world driving terms, the only place I could legitimately compare the downforce or grip difference between a ZR1 or 911 RS and this LT, assuming equal tires at the limit of adhesion, would be in corners that are quicker than 80 mph—which would/should put me on a racetrack.

McLaren knew what it was doing by initially putting us on the track in a 570S. After a few sighting laps, it was straight into the 600LT. I immediately felt an increase in driver connection compared to the 570S. Steering inputs were “right now,” and both straight-line braking and trail braking modulation were much improved, enabled by McLaren Senna-inspired brake boost technology. Added to that was measurably more stick from the Pirelli P-Zero Trofeo R tires (225/35R19 front, 285/35R20 rear). These sticky donuts are a no-cost option on the LT.

Extra lateral grip from the Trofeo Rs made me appreciate the super-lightweight carbon seats. They held me in place perfectly and were very comfortable. If I think back to 2012 and my first drive in an MP4-12C, I see how far McLaren has come. In my mind, the 600LT has the most useable and finely finished interior I’ve seen so far in a McLaren, and it is a really pleasant place to spend driving time.

The Hungaroring has all kinds of fun corners: long 180-degree “patience” turns, 55-mph sliders, nasty blind off-camber entries, and a “Where did it go, George?” 90-mph flick through a kink. Definitely not boring. Serious speeds really only occur on the front straight, where the LT’s 3.8 Liter twin-turbo (593-hp, 457 lb-ft) engine shoved me up to 160 mph. At which point panic and prudence forced my left foot to bury the brake pedal, as I bombed downhill into the very slow first corner. The huge carbon-ceramic discs do a good job of stretching seatbelts. Brake-rotor size is 15.35-inch front, 14.96-inch rear with aluminum six-piston front and four-piston rear calipers. When the rear tires got rather hot and slippery in the afternoon session, the superb modulation of the brakes allowed me to maintain speed and momentum. I could comfortably slide the LT’s rear into apexes from what felt like a zip code away.

The first corner is probably the slowest turn on the track; a tight entry, followed by an immediately opening radius to exit. This second-gear turn showed-off the LT’s acceleration, reading “really quick” on my derriere dyno. The LT has 30-hp more than a 570S, thanks to a sweet sounding top-exit exhaust system and recalibrated ECU, but I feel power is only half the story here.

McLaren showed us some impressive comparisons. If you consider the LT’s relatively low weight (approximately 3,000 pounds as tested), along with its 592 hp, the following numbers make sense: The LT can out-accelerate a Lamborghini Huracan Performante (630 hp, 3,350 pounds) to 124 mph by 0.7 of a second (8.2 seconds for the 600LT, 8.9 for the Lambo). The LT even gains 0.2-second to 124 mph over the ballistic Ferrari 488 GTB (660 hp, 3,252 pounds). A 0-60-mph time of 2.8 seconds for the LT nips at the heels of a Porsche Turbo S, amazing for a two-wheel-drive vehicle. If you ever had any doubt, this all makes it rather apparent just how much weight matters.

The quick steering and chassis changes to the new car were central to differences in feel when jumping from a 570S to a 600LT. Here is why: LT springs are 13-percent stiffer in front and 34-percent stiffer in the rear, while hollow antiroll bars on the LT are 50-percent stiffer in the front and 25-percent stiffer in the rear. Add to that some lighter suspension pieces, recalibrated adaptive dampers, the lower ride height, and an overall weight savings of 212 pounds compared to the 570S. All these changes come together very nicely, making the LT a pure pleasure to rip around the Hungaroring and capable of pegging any driver’s giggle meter.

Deliveries begin in October, and the 2019 600LT is apparently selling like Starbucks coffee at a chess tournament. If you are one of the lucky ones waiting on your delivery, sleep soundly: good things are on the way.

2019 McLaren 600LT Specifications

ON SALE Now PRICE $242,500 (base) ENGINE 3.8L twin-turbo DOHC 32-valve V-8/592 hp @ 7,500 rpm, 457 lb-ft @ 5,500-6,500 rpm TRANSMISSION 7-speed dual-clutch automatic LAYOUT 2-door, 2-passenger, mid-engine, RWD coupe EPA MILEAGE 17/22 mpg (city/hwy) (est) L x W x H 181.3 x 80.5 x 47.0 in WHEELBASE 105.1 in WEIGHT 2,989 lb 0-60 MPH 2.8 sec TOP SPEED 204 mph

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First Drive: 2019 McLaren 600LT Knocks Our Socks Off

BUDAPEST, Hungary — A trip to Hungary lurked on my bucket list for some time, so it was fitting and exciting when I this month got the call to drive the new 2019 McLaren 600LT at the Hungaroring, the country’s Formula 1 circuit.

The LT designation stands for “Longtail” and goes back to the original 1990s McLaren F1 road car. McLaren in 1997 produced an updated race car version of the F1, designated the F1 GTR Longtail. I remember being on the track at Le Mans in ’97 at the same time as the Longtail GTRs—stunningly beautiful race cars with an amazing-sounding V-12 motor.

The 675LT and 675LT Spider are, until now, the most recent versions of McLaren Longtail. They had low-volume 500-unit production runs, selling out in just two months and three weeks, respectively.

In the new 600LT’s case, “Longtail” literally means a 1.9-inch longer tail/rear than found on the McLaren 570S coupe on which it is based. The 600LT will have a production run of 12 months; if you don’t have your order in already, you might be a tad late. Maybe eBay is in order for the procrastinators.

As journalists hung around the Hungaroring waiting to get on the track, I heard several people opine that the 600LT looks so similar to the 570S and the 675, as if this wasn’t a good thing. No doubt, the 600LT does look similar to those other McLaren models. But doesn’t a Porsche 911 Carrera look a lot like a Porsche 911 Turbo, or even a Cayman from certain angles? Don’t various Ferraris? A similarity of design practice hasn’t hurt those companies as they continue to produce new models with only slightly different form and function.

One of the LTs I tested included 17 pay-to-play options, adding just more than $80,000 to the $242,500 base price. I asked one of the McLaren communications folks about the plethora of options found on all the launch event’s 600LTs. “We wanted to show cars including the options most of our buyer’s request,” came the response. “Virtually nobody buys a base McLaren, the more option choices we give them the more people can make it their very own 600LT.” There’s not much of an answer to that explanation, apart from, “OK then, $80k for options, got it.”

As far as design, you won’t find many members of the Automobile staff who are huge fans of the 570S’s rear end. The back of the 600LT is a nice improvement, particularly when it has the optional Rear Bumper (fender) Aero Fins. They define the extremities nicely and look quite racy. Those Aero Fins come as part of the $7,500 Gloss Visual Carbon Fiber Exterior Upgrade Pack 2. (Yes, that is the name.) Another part of the “many words Pack 2 option” are slick looking side skirts with aero winglets. Combining the LT’s 0.3-inch lower ride height with the carbon aero options gives the car a seductively menacing stance.

While on track, we were assigned professional driver coaches in the right seat. This was really helpful, as you never get many laps during these events and I had never seen the Hungaroring in person. My U.K.-based coach was Jamie Wall, also a professional racer and competitor during recent years. Riding in the passenger street around a racetrack with a stranger at the wheel takes a lot of never, and Wall’s pointers got me up to speed in no time. So big thanks to him for letting me run as hard as I needed to in order to get the most out of my track time.

The Hungaroring is a really great racetrack with plenty of places to pass (well, maybe not in F1 cars), something that is always a prerequisite for me to enjoy a circuit. It features 14 turns, with several blind corner entries due to walls or topography. The most fun/adrenaline-pumping corner for me was the quick left hand Turn 4, comprising a blind turn-in at more than 90 mph while cresting a hill, making car positioning critical. Great stuff.

McLaren’s have always felt like they pull unusually hard at more than 80 mph. When I first drove the McLaren MP4-12C back in 2012, the acceleration rate past 80 seemed to defy its 593 hp. I felt the same thing when first driving the 562-hp 570S about three years ago when I was following a 660-hp Ferrari 488 GTB in a 570S for our Automobile All-Stars test. I lost almost no ground to the Ferrari during several roll-on acceleration runs, so I’ve always put McLaren acceleration down to the company knowing a shed load about slippery aero coefficients.

Another reason McLaren’s accelerate so fast is because they don’t create the kind of downforce we see in cars like the new Corvette ZR1 or Porsche 911 RS models. If you add all the fancy aero bits to a 600LT, it produces 221 pounds of downforce at 155 mph. For comparison, the latest RS Porsches produce around 420 pounds (GT2 RS) and 500 pounds (GT3 RS) at the same speed. In real world driving terms, the only place I could legitimately compare the downforce or grip difference between a ZR1 or 911 RS and this LT, assuming equal tires at the limit of adhesion, would be in corners that are quicker than 80 mph—which would/should put me on a racetrack.

McLaren knew what it was doing by initially putting us on the track in a 570S. After a few sighting laps, it was straight into the 600LT. I immediately felt an increase in driver connection compared to the 570S. Steering inputs were “right now,” and both straight-line braking and trail braking modulation were much improved, enabled by McLaren Senna-inspired brake boost technology. Added to that was measurably more stick from the Pirelli P-Zero Trofeo R tires (225/35R19 front, 285/35R20 rear). These sticky donuts are a no-cost option on the LT.

Extra lateral grip from the Trofeo Rs made me appreciate the super-lightweight carbon seats. They held me in place perfectly and were very comfortable. If I think back to 2012 and my first drive in an MP4-12C, I see how far McLaren has come. In my mind, the 600LT has the most useable and finely finished interior I’ve seen so far in a McLaren, and it is a really pleasant place to spend driving time.

The Hungaroring has all kinds of fun corners: long 180-degree “patience” turns, 55-mph sliders, nasty blind off-camber entries, and a “Where did it go, George?” 90-mph flick through a kink. Definitely not boring. Serious speeds really only occur on the front straight, where the LT’s 3.8 Liter twin-turbo (593-hp, 457 lb-ft) engine shoved me up to 160 mph. At which point panic and prudence forced my left foot to bury the brake pedal, as I bombed downhill into the very slow first corner. The huge carbon-ceramic discs do a good job of stretching seatbelts. Brake-rotor size is 15.35-inch front, 14.96-inch rear with aluminum six-piston front and four-piston rear calipers. When the rear tires got rather hot and slippery in the afternoon session, the superb modulation of the brakes allowed me to maintain speed and momentum. I could comfortably slide the LT’s rear into apexes from what felt like a zip code away.

The first corner is probably the slowest turn on the track; a tight entry, followed by an immediately opening radius to exit. This second-gear turn showed-off the LT’s acceleration, reading “really quick” on my derriere dyno. The LT has 30-hp more than a 570S, thanks to a sweet sounding top-exit exhaust system and recalibrated ECU, but I feel power is only half the story here.

McLaren showed us some impressive comparisons. If you consider the LT’s relatively low weight (approximately 3,000 pounds as tested), along with its 592 hp, the following numbers make sense: The LT can out-accelerate a Lamborghini Huracan Performante (630 hp, 3,350 pounds) to 124 mph by 0.7 of a second (8.2 seconds for the 600LT, 8.9 for the Lambo). The LT even gains 0.2-second to 124 mph over the ballistic Ferrari 488 GTB (660 hp, 3,252 pounds). A 0-60-mph time of 2.8 seconds for the LT nips at the heels of a Porsche Turbo S, amazing for a two-wheel-drive vehicle. If you ever had any doubt, this all makes it rather apparent just how much weight matters.

The quick steering and chassis changes to the new car were central to differences in feel when jumping from a 570S to a 600LT. Here is why: LT springs are 13-percent stiffer in front and 34-percent stiffer in the rear, while hollow antiroll bars on the LT are 50-percent stiffer in the front and 25-percent stiffer in the rear. Add to that some lighter suspension pieces, recalibrated adaptive dampers, the lower ride height, and an overall weight savings of 212 pounds compared to the 570S. All these changes come together very nicely, making the LT a pure pleasure to rip around the Hungaroring and capable of pegging any driver’s giggle meter.

Deliveries begin in October, and the 2019 600LT is apparently selling like Starbucks coffee at a chess tournament. If you are one of the lucky ones waiting on your delivery, sleep soundly: good things are on the way.

2019 McLaren 600LT Specifications

ON SALE Now PRICE $242,500 (base) ENGINE 3.8L twin-turbo DOHC 32-valve V-8/592 hp @ 7,500 rpm, 457 lb-ft @ 5,500-6,500 rpm TRANSMISSION 7-speed dual-clutch automatic LAYOUT 2-door, 2-passenger, mid-engine, RWD coupe EPA MILEAGE 17/22 mpg (city/hwy) (est) L x W x H 181.3 x 80.5 x 47.0 in WHEELBASE 105.1 in WEIGHT 2,989 lb 0-60 MPH 2.8 sec TOP SPEED 204 mph

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First Drive: 2019 McLaren 600LT Knocks Our Socks Off

BUDAPEST, Hungary — A trip to Hungary lurked on my bucket list for some time, so it was fitting and exciting when I this month got the call to drive the new 2019 McLaren 600LT at the Hungaroring, the country’s Formula 1 circuit.

The LT designation stands for “Longtail” and goes back to the original 1990s McLaren F1 road car. McLaren in 1997 produced an updated race car version of the F1, designated the F1 GTR Longtail. I remember being on the track at Le Mans in ’97 at the same time as the Longtail GTRs—stunningly beautiful race cars with an amazing-sounding V-12 motor.

The 675LT and 675LT Spider are, until now, the most recent versions of McLaren Longtail. They had low-volume 500-unit production runs, selling out in just two months and three weeks, respectively.

In the new 600LT’s case, “Longtail” literally means a 1.9-inch longer tail/rear than found on the McLaren 570S coupe on which it is based. The 600LT will have a production run of 12 months; if you don’t have your order in already, you might be a tad late. Maybe eBay is in order for the procrastinators.

As journalists hung around the Hungaroring waiting to get on the track, I heard several people opine that the 600LT looks so similar to the 570S and the 675, as if this wasn’t a good thing. No doubt, the 600LT does look similar to those other McLaren models. But doesn’t a Porsche 911 Carrera look a lot like a Porsche 911 Turbo, or even a Cayman from certain angles? Don’t various Ferraris? A similarity of design practice hasn’t hurt those companies as they continue to produce new models with only slightly different form and function.

One of the LTs I tested included 17 pay-to-play options, adding just more than $80,000 to the $242,500 base price. I asked one of the McLaren communications folks about the plethora of options found on all the launch event’s 600LTs. “We wanted to show cars including the options most of our buyer’s request,” came the response. “Virtually nobody buys a base McLaren, the more option choices we give them the more people can make it their very own 600LT.” There’s not much of an answer to that explanation, apart from, “OK then, $80k for options, got it.”

As far as design, you won’t find many members of the Automobile staff who are huge fans of the 570S’s rear end. The back of the 600LT is a nice improvement, particularly when it has the optional Rear Bumper (fender) Aero Fins. They define the extremities nicely and look quite racy. Those Aero Fins come as part of the $7,500 Gloss Visual Carbon Fiber Exterior Upgrade Pack 2. (Yes, that is the name.) Another part of the “many words Pack 2 option” are slick looking side skirts with aero winglets. Combining the LT’s 0.3-inch lower ride height with the carbon aero options gives the car a seductively menacing stance.

While on track, we were assigned professional driver coaches in the right seat. This was really helpful, as you never get many laps during these events and I had never seen the Hungaroring in person. My U.K.-based coach was Jamie Wall, also a professional racer and competitor during recent years. Riding in the passenger street around a racetrack with a stranger at the wheel takes a lot of never, and Wall’s pointers got me up to speed in no time. So big thanks to him for letting me run as hard as I needed to in order to get the most out of my track time.

The Hungaroring is a really great racetrack with plenty of places to pass (well, maybe not in F1 cars), something that is always a prerequisite for me to enjoy a circuit. It features 14 turns, with several blind corner entries due to walls or topography. The most fun/adrenaline-pumping corner for me was the quick left hand Turn 4, comprising a blind turn-in at more than 90 mph while cresting a hill, making car positioning critical. Great stuff.

McLaren’s have always felt like they pull unusually hard at more than 80 mph. When I first drove the McLaren MP4-12C back in 2012, the acceleration rate past 80 seemed to defy its 593 hp. I felt the same thing when first driving the 562-hp 570S about three years ago when I was following a 660-hp Ferrari 488 GTB in a 570S for our Automobile All-Stars test. I lost almost no ground to the Ferrari during several roll-on acceleration runs, so I’ve always put McLaren acceleration down to the company knowing a shed load about slippery aero coefficients.

Another reason McLaren’s accelerate so fast is because they don’t create the kind of downforce we see in cars like the new Corvette ZR1 or Porsche 911 RS models. If you add all the fancy aero bits to a 600LT, it produces 221 pounds of downforce at 155 mph. For comparison, the latest RS Porsches produce around 420 pounds (GT2 RS) and 500 pounds (GT3 RS) at the same speed. In real world driving terms, the only place I could legitimately compare the downforce or grip difference between a ZR1 or 911 RS and this LT, assuming equal tires at the limit of adhesion, would be in corners that are quicker than 80 mph—which would/should put me on a racetrack.

McLaren knew what it was doing by initially putting us on the track in a 570S. After a few sighting laps, it was straight into the 600LT. I immediately felt an increase in driver connection compared to the 570S. Steering inputs were “right now,” and both straight-line braking and trail braking modulation were much improved, enabled by McLaren Senna-inspired brake boost technology. Added to that was measurably more stick from the Pirelli P-Zero Trofeo R tires (225/35R19 front, 285/35R20 rear). These sticky donuts are a no-cost option on the LT.

Extra lateral grip from the Trofeo Rs made me appreciate the super-lightweight carbon seats. They held me in place perfectly and were very comfortable. If I think back to 2012 and my first drive in an MP4-12C, I see how far McLaren has come. In my mind, the 600LT has the most useable and finely finished interior I’ve seen so far in a McLaren, and it is a really pleasant place to spend driving time.

The Hungaroring has all kinds of fun corners: long 180-degree “patience” turns, 55-mph sliders, nasty blind off-camber entries, and a “Where did it go, George?” 90-mph flick through a kink. Definitely not boring. Serious speeds really only occur on the front straight, where the LT’s 3.8 Liter twin-turbo (593-hp, 457 lb-ft) engine shoved me up to 160 mph. At which point panic and prudence forced my left foot to bury the brake pedal, as I bombed downhill into the very slow first corner. The huge carbon-ceramic discs do a good job of stretching seatbelts. Brake-rotor size is 15.35-inch front, 14.96-inch rear with aluminum six-piston front and four-piston rear calipers. When the rear tires got rather hot and slippery in the afternoon session, the superb modulation of the brakes allowed me to maintain speed and momentum. I could comfortably slide the LT’s rear into apexes from what felt like a zip code away.

The first corner is probably the slowest turn on the track; a tight entry, followed by an immediately opening radius to exit. This second-gear turn showed-off the LT’s acceleration, reading “really quick” on my derriere dyno. The LT has 30-hp more than a 570S, thanks to a sweet sounding top-exit exhaust system and recalibrated ECU, but I feel power is only half the story here.

McLaren showed us some impressive comparisons. If you consider the LT’s relatively low weight (approximately 3,000 pounds as tested), along with its 592 hp, the following numbers make sense: The LT can out-accelerate a Lamborghini Huracan Performante (630 hp, 3,350 pounds) to 124 mph by 0.7 of a second (8.2 seconds for the 600LT, 8.9 for the Lambo). The LT even gains 0.2-second to 124 mph over the ballistic Ferrari 488 GTB (660 hp, 3,252 pounds). A 0-60-mph time of 2.8 seconds for the LT nips at the heels of a Porsche Turbo S, amazing for a two-wheel-drive vehicle. If you ever had any doubt, this all makes it rather apparent just how much weight matters.

The quick steering and chassis changes to the new car were central to differences in feel when jumping from a 570S to a 600LT. Here is why: LT springs are 13-percent stiffer in front and 34-percent stiffer in the rear, while hollow antiroll bars on the LT are 50-percent stiffer in the front and 25-percent stiffer in the rear. Add to that some lighter suspension pieces, recalibrated adaptive dampers, the lower ride height, and an overall weight savings of 212 pounds compared to the 570S. All these changes come together very nicely, making the LT a pure pleasure to rip around the Hungaroring and capable of pegging any driver’s giggle meter.

Deliveries begin in October, and the 2019 600LT is apparently selling like Starbucks coffee at a chess tournament. If you are one of the lucky ones waiting on your delivery, sleep soundly: good things are on the way.

2019 McLaren 600LT Specifications

ON SALE Now PRICE $242,500 (base) ENGINE 3.8L twin-turbo DOHC 32-valve V-8/592 hp @ 7,500 rpm, 457 lb-ft @ 5,500-6,500 rpm TRANSMISSION 7-speed dual-clutch automatic LAYOUT 2-door, 2-passenger, mid-engine, RWD coupe EPA MILEAGE 17/22 mpg (city/hwy) (est) L x W x H 181.3 x 80.5 x 47.0 in WHEELBASE 105.1 in WEIGHT 2,989 lb 0-60 MPH 2.8 sec TOP SPEED 204 mph

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