I don’t believe that statement to be demonstrably true, at least without specifying metrics. In bare-bones, 0-60, the 991 Turbo S will inch out the z06 with a 2.6 second sprint, I do believe.

I was thinking Grand Theft Auto.

Drag, both aerodynamic and hydrodynamic, are exponential.

The really cool part, no pun, is the water jacketing on the turbo, proprietary turbo I believe. I was at the Miami show this year and stopped by the Caterpillar booth. Straight six diesel with sequential twin turbos, each with air/water after-cooler, with the whole system being kicked off by electric supercharger,…

They’re flaps.

And does not look like a manga robot helmet.

Not at all questioning your credentials, but in is there any reason they chose to go with a seemingly UK based motorsports department rather than domestically Japanese?

I wasn't comprehending until I saw the patent drawing, now I get it.

Five thousand electric motors together would have fewer parts than one jet engine. Not to mention no oiling and fuel systems, and the lack of an explosion occuring inside. I would say that there are way fewer fail points.

I recall Jack Baruth mentioning something about a poster that went by the name of M5Power. Would you know anything about that?

Uggg, so hetero normative of Jalop.

Soooo aesthetically pleasing.

Was that Magnus Walker cruising by in that video?

I get what you're saying, but super high quality HRE's with little to no branding get a pass. They fit the car well.

Remember the NorthStar V8? If my recollection serves me, it was an advanced engine compared to its' contemporaries inside GM. I would figure that a car and engine meant to compete against Germany's best wouldn't be have to be quite special. DOHC etc are going to happen.

Maybe, get a real job and do the art stuff on the weekend.

Much agree, generally speaking, 9/10 times a simple five spoke works best with looks.

Johann Sebastian Bark

I get all horned up that these cars are for all intents and purposes production ready, and then Ford fall short at the finish line. Oh, wells.

The driver, a man among men, sits in his grand chair, a key in the ignition, a pedal to the floor, victory ahead.