No, the car isn’t mine. Yet, somehow just getting to see, touch, and sit inside a 918 makes me feel special. Isn’t that the magic of car love? It’s not about what the car is to others (although that is a factor) but primarily it’s about how the car makes ME feel.
I’m not certain about you, but the center-lock magnesium wheels alone were enough to fawn over but this car. Oh man.
And here is the interior:
How about this car wrapped in a sick black on black Martini theme:
I love Chris Harris, and when he reviews this car you can hear joy in his voice. What more can a car do?