Stuck with Strietzel.(Column)

Byline: Matt Davis Driving an F430, Murcielago or M5 is always a life-affirming experience. It's deactivating these cars' respective forms of traction control that gives me pause to think about my mortality. I always reach for that little button with a nervy trigger finger. All three cars need serious pushing to really lose it, but nonetheless my gumption gets shaky. Generally I wait until there's a closed circuit with broad runoffs and gravel traps before expressing my inner teenager behind the wheel of such rides. The best way around this (and to learn volumes in the process) ...