Me, 45 minutes & an F355
Discussion
"Listen, I'm in the Ferrari; do you fancy that spin?"
Well, what would you say?
Words are simply insufficient to describe the effect as the red bimbo burbled chez moi. The roof was collapsed and it looked, achingly, like the automotive equivalent of Hollywood's latest screen siren.
Passion? In spades!
I was simply reduced to a condition of feeble, whimpering sighs by this vision of motoring perfection. Nothing, nothing at all has the sheer impact of the blood red stallion; the width, the flight deck, the wheels, the minimalist yet instantly cool, classic Italiante of the interior and the shape; that shape. I simply wanted to eat it...
How does one even begin to describe the feeling of being carried in an open top 355? I mean, it's gotta be up there with a nice, gentle boulevard cruise c/o Mr.Shelby and Sophia Loren in 1965 - this car makes you a star - and I loved it!
Like a drug, my pilot slotted home the polished lever into gate port number 3 and committed his foot to a rendezvous with the carpet...up went the revs, up went the decibel count and down, well and truly, went the hammer.
I could not contain myself; the grin was permanent and direct from Cheshire; indeed, I was reduced to an insane and incessant stream of expletives and profanities; I was in an open-topped 'Rarri at 8500 rpm and right there, right then, found it hard to conceive that life held anything more satisfying in the rapture department.
I could go on ad infinitum about the unfettered, joyous harmonic of that 3.5 litre bundle of paradise but it would simply be too much pain. NOT having a Ferrari is now simply not an option.
The word is magic and Maranello is clearly the HQ at Wizard Central. I am now an orc to the Sauruman of The Enzoid and I am utterly smitten.
I'll sum it up by saying that some of Sunday afternoon's finest speed preventers actually moved or pulled right over as the Red One screamed into view; I suspect to get an earful. At least I hope so. And why? Respect? Seeing the legend at full tilt?
Only one thing will now cure me of that drive which leaves me with a major problem. Looks like Sega's 355 challenge will be pulled from the attic ce soir. Oh God.
Well, what would you say?
Words are simply insufficient to describe the effect as the red bimbo burbled chez moi. The roof was collapsed and it looked, achingly, like the automotive equivalent of Hollywood's latest screen siren.
Passion? In spades!
I was simply reduced to a condition of feeble, whimpering sighs by this vision of motoring perfection. Nothing, nothing at all has the sheer impact of the blood red stallion; the width, the flight deck, the wheels, the minimalist yet instantly cool, classic Italiante of the interior and the shape; that shape. I simply wanted to eat it...
How does one even begin to describe the feeling of being carried in an open top 355? I mean, it's gotta be up there with a nice, gentle boulevard cruise c/o Mr.Shelby and Sophia Loren in 1965 - this car makes you a star - and I loved it!
Like a drug, my pilot slotted home the polished lever into gate port number 3 and committed his foot to a rendezvous with the carpet...up went the revs, up went the decibel count and down, well and truly, went the hammer.
I could not contain myself; the grin was permanent and direct from Cheshire; indeed, I was reduced to an insane and incessant stream of expletives and profanities; I was in an open-topped 'Rarri at 8500 rpm and right there, right then, found it hard to conceive that life held anything more satisfying in the rapture department.
I could go on ad infinitum about the unfettered, joyous harmonic of that 3.5 litre bundle of paradise but it would simply be too much pain. NOT having a Ferrari is now simply not an option.
The word is magic and Maranello is clearly the HQ at Wizard Central. I am now an orc to the Sauruman of The Enzoid and I am utterly smitten.
I'll sum it up by saying that some of Sunday afternoon's finest speed preventers actually moved or pulled right over as the Red One screamed into view; I suspect to get an earful. At least I hope so. And why? Respect? Seeing the legend at full tilt?
Only one thing will now cure me of that drive which leaves me with a major problem. Looks like Sega's 355 challenge will be pulled from the attic ce soir. Oh God.
eh. nice! 
I got one of these and drive it to work and back on the German autobahn everyday. I could probably buy a nice villa in Spain for the amount of money I spend on fuel though.
If you are in a Ferarri in an unrestricted bit of the autobahn do you:
a) Go along with all the Germans at a respectable speed and save fuel and engine wear.
b) Get into the fast lane and give it some.
I just can't resist option B.
Deester...
If you are in a Ferarri in an unrestricted bit of the autobahn do you:
a) Go along with all the Germans at a respectable speed and save fuel and engine wear.
b) Get into the fast lane and give it some.
I just can't resist option B.
Deester...
Derestrictor, it reminds me of the night of the Tyson v Lewis fight. We came out of planet hollywood after watching the fight at something like 5 am in the morning. The sun was up but just about and it was a lovely orangy glow. Jumped into the 355, put the roof down, let her warm up and then headed off home through the half empty streets of the West End. I remember thinking this moment will live with me forever. It was glorious to blast the 355 through an empty haymarket with the sound bouncing off the buildings. The sun looked amazing and the weather was just perfect for having the roof off, and the 355 looked lovely in the reflective windows of the West Ends finest shops.
Went through Euston underpass and floored it. Just passing a silver BMW cabriolet at around 8,000rpm. They later pulled up beside me giving me the thumbs up and clapping. Never come across ANYONE who doesn't love the sound of the 355. Once got this really old guy come up to me and tell me he thought it looked beautiful, said he didn't know what it was but knew it was special from the way it sounded. He was about 90 years old! Amazing.
Went through Euston underpass and floored it. Just passing a silver BMW cabriolet at around 8,000rpm. They later pulled up beside me giving me the thumbs up and clapping. Never come across ANYONE who doesn't love the sound of the 355. Once got this really old guy come up to me and tell me he thought it looked beautiful, said he didn't know what it was but knew it was special from the way it sounded. He was about 90 years old! Amazing.
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I remember thinking this moment will live with me forever. It was glorious to blast the 355 through an empty haymarket with the sound bouncing off the buildings. The sun looked amazing and the weather was just perfect for having the roof off, and the 355 looked lovely in the reflective windows of the West Ends finest shops.
Went through Euston underpass and floored it. Just passing a silver BMW cabriolet at around 8,000rpm. They later pulled up beside me giving me the thumbs up and clapping. Never come across ANYONE who doesn't love the sound of the 355. Once got this really old guy come up to me and tell me he thought it looked beautiful, said he didn't know what it was but knew it was special from the way it sounded. He was about 90 years old! Amazing.
'Tis the stuff of dreams. Do the police actually book you for speeding in a Ferrari? I just can't imagine the point! It's art; pure, unadulterated automotive Da Vinci!
But what you say about the thumbs up bit: that's it! Even Cosseh man knows his place in this heirachy and that's a nice acknowledgement.
Nice story, Ninj. Thanks!
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'Tis the stuff of dreams. Do the police actually book you for speeding in a Ferrari?
Of course not
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Someone is going to have to enlighten me about this legendary Ferrari sound because whenever I hear them (admittedly around town) they sound like a bucket of nails. Do they only sound good flat-out or what?
Oh Yertis? Forget ANY preconceptions (somewhat difficult, admittedly) and get one of the PH owners to show you what I mean...
I swear on all that is sacred that if you do not respond in the manner of a 7 year old boy faced with Ricahrd Branson's Christmas Tree on the morn of Dec 25 then you will need clinical attention - for you will be dead!
We are talking pure engine scream, a la banshee, as opposed to an exhaust remix. In this respect, little comes close. It's really quite infectious.
Derestrictor - what a wonderful post. Beautifully written, right up until:
"The word is magic and Maranello is clearly the HQ at Wizard Central. I am now an orc to the Sauruman of The Enzoid and I am utterly smitten."
Not sure I got all that.
The 355's note is the only sound that has come near to the old Ferrari V12's song for sheer hackle-raising glory.
"The word is magic and Maranello is clearly the HQ at Wizard Central. I am now an orc to the Sauruman of The Enzoid and I am utterly smitten."
Not sure I got all that.
The 355's note is the only sound that has come near to the old Ferrari V12's song for sheer hackle-raising glory.
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Someone is going to have to enlighten me about this legendary Ferrari sound because whenever I hear them (admittedly around town) they sound like a bucket of nails. Do they only sound good flat-out or what?
What all this about! Attend the BTaP and I shall eliminate any doubt you may have.
Just hold on tight
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