The Callaway was a pure joy to drive. Now that he’d gotten the feel of the pedals. Falcon’s fear of the big engine had turned to unadulterated admiration. The torque was incredible. Even though he knew the car would be much happier cruising faster than safe city speed, the application of power was smooth and well-mannered enough that he never had the feeling the vehicle was trying to get away from him. For the first couple of blocks, he kept one eye on the boost gauge, nervous that he’d accidentally rev high enough for the turbos to kick in. But then the car started to feel like an extension of his own body, of his will. He didn’t think it was going to do anything that would surprise him.