It’s that time of the season again when the Ferraris emerge from their hermetically sealed cocoons & descend upon my old hometown for the weekend. I particularly like Ferrari season. It lasts all too briefly, but to the observant, such a wide variety of the species may be encountered. 29 made the trip this year. When the urge hits, I head out upon the local motorways to reconnoiter some action with one of these engineering marvels. I like to see if the person behind the Momo wheel is a real driver willing to mix it up a bit or just some schmuck who had abundant money to address the self esteem issues with. 
The section of Interstate which bypasses town is a favorite spot to prowl about…constructed like an autobahn, a great long straightaway, some nice sweeping curves & seldom ever has any cops.
After warming up the 500E, I likewise warmed myself up to racing temperature with a ritual good dosage of Gotham City – Midnight Hunter on the sound system accentuated by a couple 100+mph blasts up & back the motorway. Yes indeed, we’re firing on all cylinders now! Where’s a Ferrari?
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No Ferraris anywhere. Hmm…They must still be up scuderia-ing about the racetrack or wine & cheesing it up at the wineries. All jacked-up & disappointed, I head back home thru town which is bisected by a river. :sorrow:
Reaching the last red light prior to the bridge crossing the river, I come upon the ugliest Ferrari Berlinetta I have ever seen. Camouflaged by some putrid dark (brownish?) paint job, it actually took me a few moments to believe the car was indeed a Ferarri. It must’ve been some version of the BB 512. Is the car just arriving, covered in dirt & roadblast after a several hundred mile journey? No. Scrutiny concludes it is indeed the paint color & its poorly preserved paint condition. Incredulous!
As if the paint appearance wasn’t enough, I am rubbing my eyes & shaking my head in hopes of readjusting my vision. My eyes aren’t deceiving me. Driving the Ferarri is a guy who looks exactly like The Simpson’s Disco Stu…right down to the necklace. I roll down my window to get a better look at Stu & especially the little hottie half his age riding shotgun.
As I sense the light getting ready to change, I thumb ASR OFF & say, “Excuse me. Is that a Berlinetta?” Stu proudly says, “Yes, it is!”
The opposite light begins changing from yellow to red. I wait 2 seconds. :twisted:
“When did Camaro stop making those?” Green light. SMOKE screen as I launch across the bridge. Stu had a delayed reaction to the “smoke a dope” ploy, followed by a half-hearted & quickly abandoned attempt to save face in pursuit.
It wasn’t what I was really looking for, but Mission accomplished somewhat anyway.
An attempt to locate Sideshow Bob proved futile.
The section of Interstate which bypasses town is a favorite spot to prowl about…constructed like an autobahn, a great long straightaway, some nice sweeping curves & seldom ever has any cops.
After warming up the 500E, I likewise warmed myself up to racing temperature with a ritual good dosage of Gotham City – Midnight Hunter on the sound system accentuated by a couple 100+mph blasts up & back the motorway. Yes indeed, we’re firing on all cylinders now! Where’s a Ferrari?
[youtube]jcakehyL8Mg[/youtube]
No Ferraris anywhere. Hmm…They must still be up scuderia-ing about the racetrack or wine & cheesing it up at the wineries. All jacked-up & disappointed, I head back home thru town which is bisected by a river. :sorrow:
Reaching the last red light prior to the bridge crossing the river, I come upon the ugliest Ferrari Berlinetta I have ever seen. Camouflaged by some putrid dark (brownish?) paint job, it actually took me a few moments to believe the car was indeed a Ferarri. It must’ve been some version of the BB 512. Is the car just arriving, covered in dirt & roadblast after a several hundred mile journey? No. Scrutiny concludes it is indeed the paint color & its poorly preserved paint condition. Incredulous!
As if the paint appearance wasn’t enough, I am rubbing my eyes & shaking my head in hopes of readjusting my vision. My eyes aren’t deceiving me. Driving the Ferarri is a guy who looks exactly like The Simpson’s Disco Stu…right down to the necklace. I roll down my window to get a better look at Stu & especially the little hottie half his age riding shotgun.
As I sense the light getting ready to change, I thumb ASR OFF & say, “Excuse me. Is that a Berlinetta?” Stu proudly says, “Yes, it is!”
The opposite light begins changing from yellow to red. I wait 2 seconds. :twisted:
“When did Camaro stop making those?” Green light. SMOKE screen as I launch across the bridge. Stu had a delayed reaction to the “smoke a dope” ploy, followed by a half-hearted & quickly abandoned attempt to save face in pursuit.
It wasn’t what I was really looking for, but Mission accomplished somewhat anyway.
An attempt to locate Sideshow Bob proved futile.
