Peering through the gap in the steering wheel at the obscured tachometer, you put the hammer down and the revs of the coarse V8 behind your head climb furiously.
The engine feels as if it can keep on revving, but the redline disagrees.
Dip the clutch and the car dives forward slightly, freed from the accelerative forces pushing it on to its haunches, but the gearlever can be thrown, with a satisfying clack through its stainless-steel gate, quickly into the next ratio then more power sends the car squatting on its rear axle again.
The front end visibly lifts, feeling increasingly floaty and encouraging you to brake hard before the approaching corner.
Downshift straight to second – directly upwards from the lever’s resting state – and it’s a case of pitching the car in with as much delicacy as your talent can muster, balancing the fiery power of the engine with adhesion to the greasy road.