Tempesta

At some point, asking "So how fast it is?" is like asking the guy who just put his fist through your ribs "So how strong are you?" It's not about the speed anymore. It's not about the style, either, because one touch of the gas and it's little more than a blur. You just know that deep down there's an itch only this car can scratch, and you lack any of the personal qualities you'll need to resist.