Explain in few lines your best experience with your Ferrari

A 24hr race maybe?

 

Come on, guys. Not 20,000 in one trip. 20,000 on the odometer. The USGP trip from Cincinnati, round trip plus local mileage for the race weekend, was only about 350 miles. It's just that 20,000 miles was one of those nice round numbers that took my car out of the "low-mileage" category.

 

Last year, Easter Sunday, the sun setting and glinting off Norman Foster's sky-high Millau viaduct in southern France, racing across the bridge and then hour after hour along the deserted mountain autoroute at 100mph

 

Following an old chevy pickup last fall. A kid in the middle seat of the truck (about 10 years old) catches a glimpse of the 348 I am driving and can't resist staring for about a mile as I follow the truck. The traffic opens up and I hit redline in second gear as I pass the truck. That kid is hooked. And I had a grin from ear to ear.

BT

 

Good one Bill. I think the best expereinces I have had always involves the kids. Expecially after I toss them one of the Ferrari Hotwheels I carry with me for those occasions.

 

In the TR, heading north on I-495 to Mass Pike, in the center lane doing 75. Chrysler pulls up along side to look and passes. Then he backs off, I pass him, and here he comes again. I'm tempted to let it loose but look in the rear view mirror and see a light rack way back but coming on strong. Chrysler wises up and ducks in behind me. MA state trooper pulls up along side of me and motions with his right hand pointing forward. I'm thinking he can't be pulling me over! Next thing I know his passenger side window comes down, he picks up his mike and over his loudspeaker comes "It's OK... GO"

 

Nope.

 

My best experience?

Last year, driving the 208 on a twisty country road. I wasn't really going for it, but I didn't get stuck behind anything so my speed just built.

The car was responding beautifully, the V8 singing, steering faithfully following my chosen line. The first notice the car gave me that I was going too fast was when the front brakes started to lock going into corners.

 

The first time that I drove my 348 Spider I was gripping the wheel so hard and concentrating on driving so much I was a nervous wreck. That is when an old biker guy on a hog cruised up along side and gave me a big smile and the thumbs up. It was then that I realized it was just a car, although a very special one for sure, but a car none the less that was meant to be driven. This gave me the confidence to ease up on my grip and I said to myself relax and enjoy it and I have ever since.

 

It was about 1990, I was 19 years old and I was in a 1988 Corvette with a friend who was also 19. The car belonged to his father who was a dealer. We were going through the Berkshires up to Union College to visit another friend. For two 19 years olds we had way too much car and way too much testasterone. Anyways, we pulled up behind a brand new testarossa on the Mass Pike. He was going about 85. We were moving about 95, but we slowed down to see the TR. He was an older gentleman, probably 60, but we quickly lowered him to our age, and impulse level. He then seamlessly picked it up to about 100, we followed. Then we blew past him going about 120. He then seemlessly picked it up to 120 and caught us. While our car was erratically gaining speeds and loosing speed when he took his foot off the gas, it looked like the TR was "jogging." But what happened next I will never forget. We were both moving along at 125 at this point signaling back and forth to each other like long lost friends rather than adversaries. The he just stepped on it and the TR sped away leaving us in the dust. My friend stepped on it but the vette was already at high RPMs and was increasing speed very slowly. He was gone! In fact we never caught him. We also slowed down because we were afraid of getting arrested. Both me and my friend just laughed, because we love Ferrari's and we didn't mind being beaten by such a magnificent car. In fact, we were rooting for the Ferrari all along. However, after seeing that car accellerate so quickly, when it was already going 125, made me understand the beauty and power of a V12. At 125 the TR looked like it wasn't even breaking a sweat, then Boom it was gone. That my friends was impressive and something I will never forget.

 

The day Intercity pulled up to my house to deliver my 348. After all of those 12 hour days in the office including Saturday and Sunday and saving every penny I could, I came to realize that it was all worth it!

 

I spent a day on the track at Willow Springs raceway with my GTO. Two other GTOs were present along with a host of other Ferraris and sports cars. It was a memorable occasion organized by Mario Tosi as a farewell party for his yellow GTO, which he had sold but not yet delivered.

 

at an svra event last month, i had parked the ferrari in the paddock...after a few hours, i needed something from the glove box and as i returned to where i had parked i saw a young family with four young children gathered around the car, just mesmerized...i walked up and opened the driver door in front of a spellbound eight year old..."please get in", i said and with as much excitement as i have ever seen, he sat in the drivers seat just beeming...well, for the next twenty minutes, each child took turns 'behind the wheel', while their delighted parents took multiple pictures of each one...i had just witnessed the 'magic' of ferrari being passed on to the next generation...very cool...

 

The best experience for me was when I let the new husband of a long-time family friend drive my red 328 GTS. He was quite young, about 22 I think. He is a soldier in the U.S. Marines and was back from his first tour of duty in Iraq. It was about 9 months after the initial invasion. His wife was an au pair nanny from Spain that had lived with us for a year or so. Here is a pic. The smile on his face was the biggest thank you he could give.
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This cop gave you the authority to nail it?!

Great stories everyone, love reading them.

 

In my Ferrari driving to Statesboro at sunrise on I-16 when I felt the need for speed & I was the only one on the road. Popped it up to 150 or so a few times sipping a great cup of coffee. Life is good.

 

Over 20 years ago when I was 14-15 years old doing work experience at a shipping company Near London Gatwick airport. A truck arrived with 2 Muira SV's, an M1, Uracco and a 308 GTS etc and the truck driver unloaded the cars and the employees drove the cars off to the storage yard giving them a quick blast on throttle as they went.

The 308 was unloaded and the door was open with the engine running and the truck driver asked me to take the car. My heart was pounding and I really wanted to drive the 308...

I did not have the nerve to do it so I settled for a passenger seat ride with a big grin from ear to ear and then got a ride in the Muira as well. I spent hours sitting in those cars and enjoying the smell and feel.

I am still waiting for my first FCar drive But I am sure that it will be worth the wait

 

For me it was;

I just got my TR out of storage in the spring it was covered with dust and bat dung my shop seems to be a home for wayward bats!

Any way I make a trip to the car wash to clean her up, after it’s a drive to “blow dry” well as I passed a small town along the way at 20 over the speed limit my mind was on the beads of water blowing off the car, it was then I saw the Cop to late!.

He pulled me over asked for my license ECT then the Officer said I have only seen pictures of a car like this you better be careful for deer.

Next he went back to his patrol car upon returning he handed me my license and said;

“Enjoy your ride!”

“WOW”

 

By myself in the 360 Spider with the top down blasting AC/DC: Shoot to Thrill on the Pacific Coast Highway at sunset.

 

That is awesome.

 

I bought my car in Reno Nv. A few days later I was drove it home to the Oregon Coast. It's a trip of about 500 miles. My wife had left an hour before me in the motorhome and I spent about half the trip catching up with her. My route was up 395 to Susanville, and then across to I-5 at Shasta City. I caught her in Shasta City.

As I was leaving Susanville I got a call from my wife telling me that three CHP cars had just passed her headed my way. I made sure I was doing the speed limit and sure enough, the three of them came through running a couple of minutes apart. Then it was a matter of dropping the hammer and running hard for another hundred or so miles till I caught her. Going over the high ground near Mount Lassen there was a small snow storm and I saw a car spin it right in front of me. Whew, close call.

After I caught up with my wife we stopped for a meal and then I went on ahead and got home about a half hour before her.

The whole trip was surreal.

I was able to see that the car will go faster than I will, and that it cruises pretty well too.

Now I enjoy driving the car everytime I take it out. I rarely exceed the speed limit when I'm in town and in the country I just cruise at 5 over and don't slow down for corners. I use to get a police excort everywhere I went when I was in town. Not so much anymore. I'm guessing that they have learned that I'm not going to do anything outrageous with the car.

Bob Wassam

 

Golden leaves falling,
Black river leads me onward,
Ferrari wailing!