Inside it’s surprisingly unexciting. The familiar Audi interior, we are used to. Except for the tiny R8 badge on the flat-bottom steering wheel. But as soon as you push the red button, to start the engine, and the naturally aspirated V10 screams with pleasure, you know what you are in for. An awe-inspiring

sound. Not just from the exhaust. The mighty powerplant is right behind your ears, and you can hear the V10 working.

I picked up the car in town, in pouring rain. Drove it on a very wet Clarence Drive, with torrential downpours. Thanks to Quattro, the R8 was completely unfazed by any of this. You can only top this by going topless. Well, it looks like the sun is coming out. And suddenly I am in petrol head heaven. Flying around the bends of Clarence Drive, wind in my hair, sun in my face and a glorious sound symphony in my ears. A dream drive in a super sportscar.

I stop at one of the many parking bays, all with stunning views of False Bay, but at the moment I am totally mesmerized by this beautiful piece of (fast) moving art in front of me. And I am getting a bid sad. Cause when you look and listen to the screaming V10 of the topless R8 Spyder, you know, this is an endangered species. This is a Velociraptor on borrowed time. If electric cars should ever rule the motoring world, this screaming V10 will always be fondly remembered as the holy grail of burning fossil fuels.