Ferrari F430 Coupe F1

‘The Ferrari is a dream. And for most people it will remain a dream apart from for those lucky few.’  I certainly feel very lucky sitting in the reception of Ferrari’s UK HQ watching this famous Enzo Ferrari quote flash up on a TV screen every few minutes. To my right, just outside the window, is a black F430, and with a bit of luck I will have the keys in my hand in a few minutes.

All you need to know
All you need to know
Of course getting the keys to a Ferrari is not the easiest thing in the world, either if you have arrived with a suitcase of money or, in my case, you are being lent one to write about. Staring at the screen, there is a montage of Ferraris, road and racing, young and old. It is enshrined in something mystical, religious even, a world that only a few will get to experience.

Then the door opens and I am presented with a red car key with tan leather key ring and instructions to bring the car back before 5pm. It’s all a bit surreal really. Sure I feel lucky, elated even, but this is matched by a decent chunk of anxiety. This is no 300bhp rally rep, it’s not even an M car, it’s a 483bhp, 196mph Ferrari that costs more than my flat. And it is mine for a day, not just a few hours, a whole day.

I’d spent weeks trying to get a car and finally Ferrari had agreed to give me free rein of the latest F430, which now comes with carbon ceramic brakes as standard. They used to be a £10,500 option but in January this year Ferrari became the world’s first car manufacturer to fit CCM as standard across the range.

4.3-litre V8 is all new
4.3-litre V8 is all new
Finally I had the keys to a poster, an image out of a magazine, and what was I going to do? It suddenly doesn’t seem that easy. With my boss’ voice still ringing in my head – think Gordon Ramsay communicating the words ‘don’t crash it’ – I put the keys in the ignition. The car does a number of checks before you can press the steering wheel mounted start button. The starter motor takes a moment before the V8 explodes into life, settling on an eager thrum which makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

This car is fitted with the F1 paddle shift which effectively halves change times compared to the 360 Modena. Your foot must be on the brake before you pull the metal paddle on the right and the digital display changes from ‘N’ to ‘1’. I lightly press the accelerator and the car pulls away without any fuss. The car defaults into auto mode when it is switched off but with a press of the button on the centre consol it will move to manual.

After driving around the streets of Slough for a while I realise that the Bath Road is a poor substitute for Fiorano, and I’m probably wasting my time. The most sensible thing I can think of is picking up a friend and blasting down to the coast, taking some back roads along the way. Leaving the mean streets of Buckinghamshire I notice that an ominous stone chip has appeared on the windscreen. Not a good start and bearing in mind the Slough branch of Autoglass probably doesn’t stock Ferrari windscreens I head onto the motorway.

Solid as a rock at speed
Solid as a rock at speed
The car is now suitably warmed up so I decide it would probably be rude not to find out what it was designed to do. What happens next is quite extraordinary. As the revs rise above around 4,000rpm all hell breaks loose – inside the exhaust valves open up, allowing the car to breathe easier, and what was an urgent V8 howl changes instantly into a hollow race car bark. There is no need for a horn in this car because as soon as it changes from ‘discreet mode’ everyone gets out of the way. And it doesn’t stop there. Hold the accelerator to the floor and the engine gets stronger, an unstoppable linear power delivery that you would normally associate with a lightweight track car.

It’s stupendously quick, giving you that tunnel vision that only a very fast car can, focussing your eyes much further up the road than they normally would. The F355 I drove a while back felt quick but nothing like this. The car will accelerate to 60mph in four seconds dead and on to more than 196mph, all accompanied by one of the best engine sounds you’ll ever hear - the noise bounces off houses and the central reservation. The F430 is powered by a new 90 degrees V8 with a flat-plane crank – it is all-new and doesn’t share any components with the 360 Modena’s engine.

Manettino switch works brilliantly
Manettino switch works brilliantly
I take my foot off the accelerator and glance down at the speedo, but the figures don’t add up – was I really going that fast? I better be careful, not only is this car incredibly quick it is deceiving. As the speed grows so it is sucked limpet-like onto the tarmac, becoming more stable the faster you go, meaning that easing off doesn’t feel like the sensible option. The people that built the F430 employed exactly the same engineering approach to computer development models and testing as the Ferrari F1 team. The diffuser that pokes out of the back of this car is the real deal, the visible part of F1-style technology that increases downforce to a maximum of 150kg over the rear axle. A new spoiler at the bottom of the front bumper cleaves ‘clean’ air and results in up to 130kg of downforce over the front axle.

When you do want to shed some speed you experience a different but just as impressive type of power – the brakes. Unlike most cars the calipers on this F430 are made from a solid piece of aluminium, which cuts out the flex from multiple parts. The pedal feel is excellent, allowing you to know exactly how much pressure to apply. And when that pressure is applied it doesn’t snatch at the car, progressively reducing speed at an eye-watering rate.

I decide to leave the motorway and make my way across country for a while. It starts to dawn on me just how comfortable I feel in the car already, the words of warning from various tiers of management being drowned out every time I hit the loud pedal. So I do it again. Up until now I have had the ‘manettino’ switch on the steering wheel in ‘Low Grip’ position, which allows for a decent ride and the highest levels of stability and traction control. Time to switch that off then. ‘Sport’ is the next setting and this ‘strikes the best balance between stability and performance’, as Ferrari puts it.

Subtle parking
Subtle parking
The suspension becomes harder and the CST stability and traction eases off, slackening its grip on the engine should anything go wrong. You notice the effects immediately, the car tightens up considerably, focusing your mind and letting you get on with the job of crushing B roads. Straights are eaten up with the flick of a paddle and every bend feels like you could have gone 30% faster. Of course the reality is you could have gone twice as fast, maybe more, but picking bits of Ferrari out of a bush is not something I fancy doing today.

The car stays flat and composed, and is nowhere near as knife –edge as the mid-engined layout may have you believe. This is helped by the ‘E-diff’, which in milliseconds can alter the way torque is distributed between the rear wheels. The best approach is to feed the power in consistently through the curve letting both car and driver work out how fast we can both catapult out of the other end. For the latter this is achieved through an almost telepathic connection through every part of the car.

The steering has impeccable feel, the throttle response is razor sharp and the whole car just shrinks around you. Instead of scaring the life out of you the F430 asks you to commit a little more for the next curve, rewarding you when you get it right. The F1 paddle shift has converted me too, normally I don’t like these devices but this feels like it is light years ahead. The manual shifts are smoother than the auto mode and it gives you huge satisfaction when you judge a change just right or simply punch through the gears, foot welded to the floor. Changing gear takes just 150 milliseconds and the F430 will blip the throttle on a downshift. Visibility out of the front is superb, the short bonnet almost invisible, leaving you totally focused on the road ahead.

Boot is surprisingly big
Boot is surprisingly big
The time comes to feed back on to the A23 for one last blast before I reach Brighton, but within minutes I am in total gridlock. Time to put the car into auto and crawl along with the rest of the traffic. Whereas the car’s abnormal competence is confirmed at full chat the ease at which it takes a situation like this in its stride is a revelation. Ferraris of old, and most supercars for that matter, would start to huff and puff at this point but the F430 doesn’t kick up a fuss. I was half expecting any illusion of coolness to be blown away while I kangarooed down the road, dashboard warning lights illuminating like a Christmas tree. But this doesn’t happen. The car is easy to drive in traffic, but at the same time you know from the last few hours that none of the car’s performance has been sacrificed or softened.

I wasn’t sure what people’s reaction would be to the car but everyone genuinely seems to like the F430. The streets are busy with people and other cars and somehow I take a wrong turn onto a busy shopping street, brimming with pedestrians. Now, in most cars this wouldn’t be an issue, but in a black Ferrari it takes on a whole new meaning. Everyone, and I mean everyone, stops and stares, expectantly waiting for you to do something, preferably stupid. Children in particular are gobsmacked and recognise the car immediately as being something special.

In a bid to lose the throng I pull left into a residential street. A dead-end residential street. After a particularly poor attempt at a 16-point turn, with my friend hanging out the passenger window, I realise the best thing to do is back out, much to the delight of the crowds. We head to the beach and I practice that certain immunity supercar drivers seem to have of parking regulations. Pulling up for a few snaps you realise that people seem to appreciate the fact a black Ferrari has just stopped on double yellows, instead of just generally tutting.

I’ve always liked the look of the F430 but somehow today it seems different. Having the keys in your hand you have time to admire the Pininfarina shape and all the gorgeous details. The wing-mirrors have twin mounting arms to allow air to flow through them into the engine intakes. The side lights are incorporated into the outer edge of the headlight, helping drivers in front to recognise the car even when it is dark. Inside the quality is exceptional, a complete departure from groundbreaking cars like the 355, with red leather swathed over any surface that can be covered.

All this driving has made me hungry and in the interest of science I decide to see whether the car will fit through a McDonalds drive-through. I’m starting to realise that, apart from perhaps not the world’s best turning circle, the F430 may well be a car that can be used all the time. True, hypercars like Zondas and Murcielagos have a definite attraction but how far do you want to go? The F430 is proving hassle free and easy to drive around town, but a hardcore weapon on the open road. Would you want any more? I’m honestly not so sure.

'Don't tell anyone but I'm stuck....'
'Don't tell anyone but I'm stuck....'
Pulling into the drive-through I realise I may have made a mistake. There is a queue of traffic lining up behind me and a nasty looking bend curving around the restaurant. The guy behind is desperately trying to engage me in conversation as I hang out of the driver’s window but amazingly the Ferrari takes it in its stride. Two medium meals later and we are through. The youths hanging around the front ask me to ‘rev it’. I’m obviously far too mature, but I do it anyway. Sadly I look at my watch and time has dealt us a cruel hand – it is time to leave.

The only thing that cheers me up is the thought of driving back, there is nothing like a black Ferrari to give you a pep I guess. Heading back down the A23 it has started to rain and with the car in Sport and foot flat on the throttle I suddenly realise that it is no longer going in a completely straight line. It is at this moment that I am reminded quite where I am, that there is a 490bhp V8 behind my head. Then as quickly as it happens the back clicks into place. I would like to think that it was my deft flick of the wrist but if the truth be known it is thanks to the NASA-spec electronics that bristle all through the car.

On the way home I have time to reflect on what it all means. It is a strange feeling – this morning a dream came true but now my mood seems to be plummeting. I don’t want it to end, perhaps I should have gone there, or done that, but I suppose that was always going to happen. This is not a car, it is an experience, a sensation. Whereas other cars take you to an event, with a Ferrari getting there is the event. Everywhere I went there was a story, an adventure, an occasion.

There’s only one thing for it. Before I go back to Slough I pull off the M25 at Junction 13 and head towards Staines. Left at the mini roundabout, check my mirrors, and click the left paddle twice, dropping the car down into second gear. This is where the road loops back under the M25 – one of the best tunnels I know. The throttle goes into the carpet and for a couple of seconds the sound that fills the tunnel makes me feel like I am in a Formula 1 car. When I take the car back I can still hear it ringing in my ears. In fact if I close my eyes I can still hear it now.

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  • marclp 01 May 2009

    I totally agree when you say the F430 is not a car is an experience. I drove at Thruxton along with a 997 Turbo and a Lambo Murcielago LP640, and OMG the first time I put the accelerator down I felt I was 5 years old in a candy shop, this car is so responsive, so passionate, even sitting on it feels special, there's nothing like it. the 911 turbo in comparsion is dull as everything and as for the Lambo, well it's in another league but it's not as engaging as the cavallino rampante. The one I think about the most, definitely the Ferrari.

  • Shazzer 12 Dec 2008

    You only live once cant take it with you may as well have your dream car !

  • frankthetank4 12 Dec 2008

    Great write up

    i drove a 430 spider round thuxton, sounded and wen 10x better than the v8 vantage i drove

  • magic_marker 14 Nov 2008

    therulebook said:
    So mate, did you manage to pull while down in Brighton?

  • hilly10 30 Aug 2008

    Great Review. Takes me back to last year on my way into Barcelona I was on the coast rd coming from the north when suddenly I could hear this unmistakable blat of a 430 Feza overtaking Traffic behind he came past me then turned on to the motorway. The slip rd to the M/way was banked both sides oh the sound of that engine will stay with me till the day I die. The wail and sound of the exhaust as he took off onto the empty road, disappearing in an instant. Its only a car I think not

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