Passing a kilometer per kilometer, the brain and muscles remembered everything that went into a dull void in just a few days. Each movement has become in harmony with another. The programs began to switch very quickly and accurately, the legs began to work skillfully and gently, like an arbitrary dance when demonstrating a professional. And in general, my actions became more calm — I seemed to open the car again. And it’s just fine — M3, with all its accuracy and sports, has become a wonderful machine to restore the memory of the art of driving.
