rounding a right hand sweeper at around 75mph, the steering wheel began shaking violently under my hands. a 1000th of a second later, muscles and tendons controlling my right foot got the message to back off. I swore the front end of the 968 was about to shear off leaving us rudderless as we'd smash through the barrier and into the granite wall.
"oh, shit fuck — JESUS Christ!!!" I yelled to my woman.
I backed off the throttle and nudged the wheel to the left a bit...the shaking stopped.