When the laws of physics file a restraining order, you know you\'re doing something right!
Sesto Elemento isn’t a car—it\'s a middle finger to gravity, wrapped in carbon fiber and dipped in liquid arrogance. Born when engineers replaced the \"rulebook\" with a kilo of cocaine and a whiteboard scribble that just said \"FASTER,\" this hyper-lightweight monstrosity weighs less than your ego after a failed heist. Its V10 screams like a banshee fleeing a tax audit, while its aerodynamic shell slices through air so cleanly, it’s basically a war crime.