An hour into my drive and I’m more than ready to get out. The suspension is doing its best to compound the discs in my spine and its effects are only exaggerated by the Evo’s awesome sport seats. Normally they would be appreciated, holding me in place bombing around a track, but after a less-than-prolonged time cruising the highways in the land of Cheeseheads, the seating position feels as awkward as walking in on your parents.
