A unique infotainment system sets the 918 Spyder apart from Porsche's typically button-heavy console, however, replacing the buttons with capacitive touch sensors arrayed along a narrow, high strip down the middle of the cabin. At the top of this center span is a portrait-layout screen that displays and controls the cabin functions. Just above that screen, arrayed horizontally in the center of the dash, is a secondary screen, angled toward the driver, where navigation, charge state, and other information can be displayed. While we didn't get much time--or have much inclination--to futz with the sound system, the 918 Spyder does come with a Burmester audiophile-grade stereo.
Driving the 918 Spyder around suburban streets, along interstates, or through town, you'll find it to be surprisingly familiar. It's comfortable, more so than many sports cars, let alone supercars, only jostling the occupants over the more extreme lapses in road maintenance. Steering, braking, and throttle are all light and easy, making it painless to simply trundle along with the flow of traffic.
The everyday driving experience is almost disappointing in its normality, until you realize the true magic of the 918 Spyder: It's like owning a Chevy Volt that can fit an 887-horsepower hyper-hybrid in the trunk; it's a tender that can pull its own sport-luxury yacht. It's a set of ruby slippers that can take you home in the blink of an eye--or lead you on an adventure the likes of which you've never seen. It's the crowning achievement of the powerful brains at Porsche, and it's brilliant.