I don’t think I’ve ever driven another car of such power which feels as co-operative, as biddable, as unthreatening as this. That’s not to say this R8 wraps you in an electronic cocoon of invincibility. It doesn’t say, “Leave this to me” as it defeats, unseen and unfelt, all manner of dynamic assaults. Instead, it does exactly what you tell it to by exactly the amount you have told it, and delivers an instant report of its obedience. So I can drift the R8 out of a tight and rain-soaked turn on the Ascari Autodrome and feel no fear, just a thrill.
Third gear (out of six) is the gear of party tricks. Even at idle speed the V10 has 80 per cent of its ample pulling power on tap. So you can amble at town speeds in third, then surge up far beyond any European terrestrial speed limit, should temptation overwhelm you, in one delicious, sonorous, adrenalinous blast. That’s where the V10 scores over the V8, in the sheer breadth of its energy delivery.
Source: The Independent