A few weeks ago, I got to live out one of my boyhood dreams, I drove a supercar. Hard. The car, a McLaren 650S, the power, 641 hp. It screamed like an F-22 Raptor, or maybe that was just me?

This car though, besides being perfectly adept at making all those who enter it want to run to their mommies, is about as perfect as a car can get. So without further ado, here’s my video review of the McLaren 650S.

Also, just as an FYI, I was working off a script that was entirely too detailed to follow, that’s why there are a few awkward pauses and me looking down to my phone. I’ll do better next time.


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