There are no doors ("It's easier to build without doors, and stronger, too," explained Williams), so you sort of fold yourself into the cockpit. The bucket seat is snug, and after you've squeezed under the 13-inch Dino steering wheel and strapped yourself in with the RCi four-point racing harness, you feel like you've just put the car on
Flick the switch to start the engine, put the Diva in gear, and the whole car sort of hunkers down and grunts. Let your foot off the brake, and it moves ahead by itself, picking up speed. Everything feels tight and solid.
You're sitting almost at the back of the car, looking down the long hood, and there's really only one thing you want to do. Stomp on the gas, and the Diva HR hurtles forward. It's a roar of engine noise and a blur of acceleration, as the Mickey Thompsons battle to hang onto the road and you battle to hang onto the steering wheel.
The Diva HR corners with imperceptible body roll, and the steering is quick. There are no power brakes, but the four-wheel Corvette-based discs bring the car smartly down from speed. O-60 mph? Under 5 seconds, making you want to brake to a stop and accelerate again.
And if anyone does ask the question-yes, it's a real Diva.