The button looks suspiciously like a bat signal. Press it, and a whooshing, pulsing, thrumming sound fills the cabin and lets you know you just did something substantial—something like unleashing the ...

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me you had a Monte Carlo?” said a friend I picked up soon after taking delivery of the test car. “I would have worn a t-shirt with a pack of Marlboro reds tucked in the ...