If the LaFerrari experience is dominated by the response and staggering sound of the V12, and the 918 is an effortless pursuit of speed with every element of that hugely complex AWD drivetrain working in unison, then launch in the P1 is tyrannised by a wave of midrange torque as the turbos spool up and unleash face-warping savagery. For the record, I ran out of balls and braking distance at 197mph on Lydd’s runway.



Which is best? Impossible to say. The reality is that the few lucky billionaires who will own all three of these cars will discover a depth of performance they’ll never grow tired of exploring. For one car to so entirely reconfigure our understanding of road-going possibility in the way that every one of the P1, 918 and LaFerrari does would have been extraordinary enough.



But for all three to have arrived within months of each other suggests we are living in the most extraordinary times. Each is the ultimate articulation of the very best bits of its respective brand. Each is an icon of the future, and it has been an unbelievable privilege to experience every one of them. The automotive landscape shall never be the same again.