Ferrari is a brand that captivates the imagination like no other. Careful cultivation and strong ties to the legendary racetracks and drivers of decades past means that the Prancing Horse holds an almost mythical status today, arguably outstripping the material value of the cars that wear its badges. These days the commercialization of the brand verges on cringeworthy – how many airport Ferrari apparel stores and red co-branded Puma shoes do you need to see before you’re left with no option but to run into the arms of some obscure hipster car manufacturer that nobody has heard of? I mean, who actually buys a Gumpert for any other reason than Ferrari escapism?
But who am I to comment? Ferrari is and always has been the be-all-and-end-all sports and supercar manufacturer for me. I know that some of them aren’t actually that good, aren’t that reliable and the wrong one can make you look like a drug dealer or attention seeking poseur, or both. But I don’t care. I dream of driving them, I dream of owning one. My pulse rises every time I see one. I regularly check Carsales to see what the cheapest Ferrari is, and then ponder the realities of dropping fifty large on a thirty year old hunk of rusting Italian steel with dodgy wiring. Would I? In a heartbeat if I could.
When I set out on my recent Vespa trip around Europe I had almost no plans – I didn’t even know what countries I was going to visit. The only thing I had was a small handful of places in the back of my mind that I wanted to experience, and number one was Maranello.
Because you don’t really visit Maranello – you experience it. Museo Ferrari is the hot-ticket tourist attraction, but the rest of the small industrial suburb of Modena, steeped in so much legend, sits there waiting to be discovered. Just around the corner from the museum are the famous factory gates, looking almost identical as depicted in period photos of the 60’s and 70’s. Continue reading →
You don’t need to say it because I can already hear the calls. ‘Hunting exotic cars in Monaco, that’s a little bit like shooting fish in a barrel, isn’t it?’
Well, yes it is. But that’s no reason not to do it. I mean, what else are you going to do in Monaco? Unless you’re the kind of person who is happily granted entry to the Hotel de Paris or you’re a diehard Formula One anorak, there’s no real reason to come here other than to witness obscene wealth of others. It does have a certain charm, but Monaco doesn’t really offer anything that can’t be found elsewhere on the French Riviera.
However like most readers of Any Given Reason I’m into cars and boats and rally and Formula One, so Monaco was a must-see destination while recently traveling around the Riviera. And the cool thing about not giving a damn about obscene wealth is that I had no issue with attempting to fit in or looking like a tourist, which meant I had no issue with taking photos of the cars.
Because lets be honest – taking photos of nice cars parked on the street is probably the most un-cool thing you can possibly do. But I like interesting cars, so whatever.
The heart of Monaco and the centre of its ‘supercar barrel’ is Casino Square, the tourist filled block of land that acts as the valet area for the most opulent and exclusive hotels and casinos in the Principality. Continue reading →
There are rare occurrences, and then there’s seeing a Giallo Modena Ferrari F50 in midweek Adelaide traffic. Unlikely? Damn, it’s about as unlikely as you could get.
The F50 has always sat in the shadow of its older brother, but technologically speaking it’s the more fascinating and sophisticated car. Whereas the F40 relies on sheer turbocharged brute force, the F50 delivers its punch through a howling 60 valve, 65deg V12 derived from the F92A Formula 1 engine. The engine and six-speed gearbox also doubles as the rear suspension mounting points, and the whole assembly is mounted as a single stressed unit direct to the carbon tub. That’s pure racecar exotica, and the F50 is closer to an F1 car for the road than any other Ferrari has been.
With only 349 F50’s built and only 31 in this colour, it is significantly rarer than the F40 too. It just goes to show that there is some very special machinery hiding in the garages of Adelaide, and if you happen to be in the right place at the right time you just might get a glimpse.
I’m not going to judge what you’re doing right now, but I’m going to take a stab and say that the next twenty or so minutes of your life will be best spent dropping whatever it is and watching this video.
Any Given Reason has been lucky enough to stumble upon an F40 and an F50 in person in the last few days and those experiences were very special. But actually driving these idols, let alone like this?
Who knows, maybe in 25 years time you’ll be watching an Any Given Reason retrospective video on the LaFerrari. But for now….