"Null persp, chummer," he crowed as he threw the Callaway up through the gears. "Just seeing what this baby can do." He could feel her eyes on him, but didn’t take his gaze from the road and traffic ahead. "I could get used to this." He took the car up to 115 mph—more than 180 klicks!—before he backed her off to a more moderate speed. The machine felt as smooth and steady, as much under precise control at speed as it did cruising at fifty klicks on back streets.