McLaren 570S

– Detroit, Michigan

I’m running up a hill on my favorite backroad, and as I crest the summit, my stomach sinks as I prepare to shoot down toward a wide left-hander. The red McLaren 570S is glued to the pavement, the biturbo V8 behind my head shouting, “Faster! Faster!” And yet, I’m experiencing a strong instance of déjà vu. I’ve done this before, and in this car. And the overwhelming sense of blissful euphoria I’m feeling, it’s… familiar.

Immediately, my mind goes back to a spring trip to the Canary Islands, where I had a quick drive in a red 570S against the stunning backdrop of banana plantations and volcanic rock formations. I remember those stunning roads and how this “Sport Series” coupe truly feels like a proper supercar, begging me to push harder and take every turn with ever so slightly more speed than my pussyfoot internal limits normally allow.

Back at home, it’s the same feeling. The car working with every movement of my hands and input of my right foot. Every single moment of spirited driving in this McLaren is better than the one before it, and I’m high on the experience. Whether high atop a Tenerife mountain or echoing against the tall trees of southeast Michigan, this car brings its A-game.

Driving this car is an experience that’s far more impressive than hard data might suggest.

Believe what you’ve been told; the McLaren 570S is absolutely this year’s best driver’s car. More than anything else I’ve tested in 2016, the 570S brings with it a feeling of d...