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Manufacturers are falling over them- selves to put supercars on the market. Not those wimpy things restricted to 155 mph, but full-blooded vehicles which you can only drive hard on some German autobahnen and in downtown Naples.

I was once driving a 1954 Swallow Doretti at 60 mph on a three-lane motor- way and a McLaren F1 came by at about 70 mph. Naturally, there was a stream of cars belting by him at 90 mph; I bet there was boasting in many an office the next day. Being able to boast you’ve overtaken a supercar on the road, however, is like pulling faces at a photograph of Mike Tyson. Some cars invite the law to pay attention but perhaps you do not want to spend the ensuing months riding a bicycle.