In the color and milling about, my eye picks out a basketball-size cloud of pure white puffiness across the floor, a vision that turns out to be a giant Angora rabbit named Alice.
On light throttle openings, the 330bhp 3.4 sounds, frankly, like it has a blowing exhaust, the familiar flat-six hoarseness akin to a dog coughing up an angora sweater, but on brief revels to three-quarters of the rev-range, the wail starts to build.