I had a chance to drive this black bavarian muscle car from Fayetteville Arkansas down the infamous pig trail. It cornered like a nimble mountain goat and accelerated like a cheetah. Once we cleared the woods and the two lane highway and got upon our local section of interstate 40 it opened up and glided easily and effortlessly above 110 miles an hour. For the 110 miles we had to go to Little Rock its suspension at the time was responsive and smooth. It rode like a heavier car at speed.