There I sat, on the runway at Princeton Airport, in the driver’s seat of the brand-new BMW M5 CS. My Racebox was on and ready, my cameras recording, and my neurons firing faster than my brain could keep up. The weight of the moment — the fact that I was about to launch the most powerful production BMW in history down an airport runway — wasn’t lost on me. I had just finished two previous runs but neither worked properly and I was only allowed one more, so I had to get it right. Adding to my anxiety was a plane preparing for takeoff, so I only had another minute or so to launch. It was now-or-never.
With the finicky launch control system engaged, I saw the checkered flag in my head-up display, grabbed the wheel with both hands, dumped the brake with my left food, and held on. The rear tires struggled for grip for the briefest of moments and the M5 CS fired off the line harder than I’ve ever felt in a car. I looked over at the Racebox, waiting for the quarter-mile time to come in so I could lift and slow down, as I didn’t have enough runway to wait much longer than that. But that’s when I saw it — 0-60 in 2.81 seconds and the quarter-mile in 10.80… Many superlative expletives followed.
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