Climbing into the R-Tuned, cinching down my harness, I’m struck first by a flashback to Get Shorty, and then by the fact that this is the first time I’ve ever felt comfortable in a minivan. As in, I didn't feel like a complete buffoon.
Out on the track, the raw exhaust note comes through loud and clear -- completely obliterating any chance the R-Tuned has at anonymity (even without the stripe). Onlookers can hear this thing coming from a quarter mile away. It turns into corners about as crisply as any street-legal performance car you can buy today, and once you're mid-corner, the only way you're losing control is if you actually try.
Having never driven this particular race track before -- much less a minivan -- I know I didn't come close to extracting the SEMA concept's full potential, but I at least was able to feel what it's all about. I dislike repeating PR-speak, but I'll grudgingly use Toyota's phrase here because it's perfect: Real Performance.