Lars is the professional maniac you watched thrash a Panamera Turbo around the Nürburgring last year in a four-door record time of 7 minutes 38 seconds. I’m viewing our increasing speed on the rear seat entertainment screen, which also beams me revs, G-force, fluid temperatures, lap times, tyre pressures and, incongruously, a compass.

Several seconds previously, the Panamera pinballed my skull off the headrest as launch control dropkicked it from 0-62mph in 3.4 seconds. And now it’s going past 150mph. And there’s a sadistic-looking 90-degree tightening left-hander screaming towards us.

Lars isn’t braking. He just turns in, flat out. The scrambled egg I’d enjoyed three hours ago readies itself to be ejected extravagantly across the back of his head.