Fifteen months. A blip in the calendar, a blur on the speedometer. But behind the wheel of the Virtus GT, time warped, each corner a portal to a thrilling, fleeting world, even if the consequences lurked like shadows on the backroads.
Under the Virtus GT’s spell, even the most fuel-conscious foot couldn’t resist chasing gaps. Every light turned green, not for crossing, but for unleashing the beast within.
The GT’s siren song whispered in my ear, not of fuel efficiency, but of needle climbs and tire chirps
The GT’s lightning-fast 7-speed DSG transformed stoplight signals into launch pads. Screeching front tires and playful torque steer became my new companions, wrestled back into line by the steering wheel. The tachometer, sole resident of one instrument configuration, was my constant companion, a hypnotic needle dancing past 6,000 rpm.
