Today was one of those glorious fall days in the northeast when the sky is blue and the air is the right blend of crisp and cool. It must feel like home to the E because it ran smooth as silk and felt compelled to sing a magnificent chorus of intake, motor, and exhaust to the automotive gods. Even the wind rustling the last leaves on the trees seems to give a standing ovation. All the while, Yokohamas, Bilsteins, and the chassis moved in choreographed splendor. This is what it is all about …
