I Tracked A McLaren 650S And Learned All Exotic Cars Drive The Same

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I recently had the opportunity to drive the new McLaren 650S on a racetrack. Here's basically what happened: I put on a helmet, sat down in the car, strapped myself in, and spent the next 15 minutes silently praying I wouldn't hit anything. I also stole a McLaren headsock.


This event took place at Atlanta Motorsports Park, a private raceway in north Georgia with elevation changes so severe that at one point, after you come out of turn six, the race briefly stops so that all the vehicles can file into an automotive elevator. (Some of you are thinking: Really? Is that really true? That doesn't sound true. An automotive elevator? I'm looking that up.)

Of course, it's not just elevation changes: the track also features a lot of turns, and curves, and corners, and even one straightaway that measures roughly the same length as a standard American residential driveway. In other words, it would be the perfect place to – as they say in horse racing – stretch the McLaren's legs. (Of course, in horse racing, they wouldn't say "the McLaren," they'd say the horse's name, which is usually something like "Eating a Paperback.")

So anyway: did I stretch the McLaren's legs? When I went to dinner later that night with my friends, it's all they wanted to know. "What was the McLaren like?" they asked. "Is it faster than a 458? Better than an MP4-12C? More fun than a 911 Turbo? Did you even drive it hard?!" There were a lot of questions. So many, in fact, that I spent some time hiding from it all inside my new McLaren headsock.

But the answer is: of course I drove it hard. I sat there for fifteen minutes, belted in to the driver's seat, pushing the 650S as hard as I possibly could. And yet I have absolutely no idea whether it's better than any of those cars, for one simple reason: I didn't get anywhere close to the McLaren's limits.

Now, you might be wondering why, in 15 minutes of high-speed track driving, I didn't find the limit of the new McLaren. And here, the answer is even simpler than before: because today's high-performance exotic cars are so fast that they're becoming too powerful for the racetrack.


Allow me to explain myself with a little history. About 10 years ago, everyone sort of agreed that exotic cars had gotten too powerful for the road. This happened when Ferrari came out with the F430, which had 500 horsepower, and Lamborghini came out with the Gallardo, which had 500 horsepower, and then Lamborghini came out with a special edition of the Gallardo, which had 560 horsepower, and then Lamborghini came out with another special edition of the Gallardo, which had 570 horsepower, and then Lamborghini came out with another special edition of the Gallardo, which had 550 horsepower, and then the dealers finally informed Lamborghini that yes, they were just as surprised as everyone else that people were still buying the Gallardo, but they didn't need to celebrate each purchase with a new special edition.

The way we found out these cars were too fast for normal roads is that people who owned them — normal people, like you and me, except they wear loafers when they drive — told us so. "You break the speed limit in second gear!" they'd chuckle, at Cars and Coffee. "At least I can have fun with it on the track!" But they never actually went to the track, because the track has a strict no-loafers policy.


Still, the threat was always there. You can't truly experience these cars on the road, we all thought. But at least you can open them up on a track.

Unfortunately, even that is quickly becoming untrue. To help prove my point, allow me to list for you the horsepower ratings and 0-to-60 times of some of today's newest exotic cars:

McLaren 650S: 641 horsepower; 2.9 seconds
Lamborghini Huracan: 602 horsepower; 3.0 seconds
Porsche 911 Turbo S: 560 horsepower; 2.9 seconds
Ferrari 458 Speciale: 597 horsepower; 3.0 seconds


In other words, today's crop of exotic cars is absolutely insane. So insane that the thrill is diminishing from track driving for two simple reasons: number one, by the time you've floored the accelerator, it's time for the next turn; and number two, you never really floor the accelerator because you're terrified of the fact that you've got the equivalent of five Volkswagen Jettas mounted behind your head, and you've seen enough YouTube videos to know that you probably can't handle all that, given that your sole qualification for driving an exotic car is that last year set a sales record for your barbecue tong manufacturing company.

The funny thing about all this is that modern exotic car owners refuse to admit the cars are too fast for them to handle. They sit around, sipping wine (or, in the case of Lamborghini drivers, snorting cocaine), discussing the performance differences between their vehicles. "My car did 7:20 around the Nurburgring," one will say, proudly. "Hah!" another will reply. "7:20 is for children! Mine did 7:17 without breaking a sweat!" And then the 7:17 guy will sit there, feeling smug, even though neither man would break 9 minutes if they ever actually went to the Nurburgring, and they'd probably both get passed by an automatic Z3.


The truth is that today's crop of supercars is all so fast, and all so automatic transmissioned, and so computer-controlled, and so grippy, that they all drive roughly the same. You'll probably never understand the nuances that separate the cars on a racetrack, and you'll certainly never understand those nuances by driving them on the road. Instead, a modern supercar is an emotional purchase: you buy it because you like how it looks, you like how it sounds, you like the interior, or you like how you look inside of it.

As for me, I happen to think I look pretty good inside the 650S. Especially when I'm wearing my McLaren headsock.


@DougDeMuro is the author of Plays With Cars. He owned an E63 AMG wagon and once tried to evade police at the Tail of the Dragon using a pontoon boat. (It didn't work.) He worked as a manager for Porsche Cars North America before quitting to become a writer, largely because it meant he no longer had to wear pants. Also, he wrote this entire bio himself in the third person.


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The fact that you would say that they all drive even similarly is rather scary, since the whole reason WHY I own several of the cars you've mentioned is that they drive COMPLETELY DIFFERENTLY. My 458 and TurboS couldn't be more different in how they deliver power, how they corner, and how fast they are on track. Same between the 12C and the 458. VERY different cars.

In short, get to the track in your 360, regularly, learn to push it to its limits, then drive one of these modern supercars and see if you can notice the difference. 15 minutes in a modern McLaren isn't even enough time to learn how to operate the satnav, let alone the performance potential. Learning the feel of the airbrake takes a lot of time, and the feel of the power delivery out of the corners. The 458 is frenetic. The TurboS is an angry beast tearing into the asphalt.