Drive over any imperfection in the roadway and, chances are, the suspension will spring your head firmly against the metal support rod for the convertible top.
When the oversize performance tires slip into those ruts in the interstate pavement, you unexpectedly veer left or right as the treads search for level ground.
The clutch pedal is along the driver's door panel; the brake pedal is where the clutch pedal normally rests. When your feet aren't tap-dancing in an attempt to find the correct pedal, they're bouncing off the floor mat trying to cool off from all the heat coming back into the passenger cabin from the V-10.
Step on the accelerator-if you can find it-and gravity grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you back into your seat. By the time you reach second gear, you can throw the radar detector out the window. Reach third and it's time for a bladder check. Fourth gear and you hope that last check didn't bounce. Fifth gear and the gendarmes won't even bother pulling out from behind the bushes, they'll just radio ahead for a greeting party. If you reach sixth, it means you've found the longest stretch of highway on this planet or you're airborne.