09b7 Peugeot: Hot-

When you drive a normal hot hatch—say, a Golf GTI—the joy is mechanical. You shift, it rewards you. You brake, it obeys. But the 09b7 learned. If you swore at the traffic, the steering ratio quickened. If you gripped the wheel in fear, the brakes faded to nothing, forcing you to confront your own panic.

As I merged onto the A27, a truck cut me off. A flash of annoyance. The tachometer jumped from 2,000 to 6,500 without passing through the numbers in between. The 09b7 lunged forward, its exhaust note shifting from a polite burble to a low, infrasonic hum that made my teeth ache. I wasn’t driving it. I was feeling it, and it was feeling me. 09b7 Peugeot HOT-

In the spring of 1985, as the Peugeot 205 GTI was cementing its legend on winding European tarmac, a single, classified engineering sub-project flickered to life deep within the bowels of La Garenne-Colombes. Codenamed , it was a skunkworks effort to answer a question nobody was asking: What if the hot hatch ran on anger instead of petrol? When you drive a normal hot hatch—say, a