Think of her as a rescue animal. We found her at a Shelter (well, OK, a high end Ferrari dealer in Beverly Hills) neglected, abused, with a complicated history, a sort of mongrel with declining prospects. So, we adopted her into our family, and after much diligence, loving care, expert assistance, and a bushel of Greenbacks, she became again what she always was at heart: powerful, elegant, capable of thrilling performance. In short, she achieved once more that distinctive Ferrari brand: style, refinement, and a big humping V-12 up-front, as intended by God and Enzo (is this a distinction without a difference?). Many contributed to her resurrection: Claudio, Giuseppe Cappalonga, Armando Vasquez, Ernst Abbe, Joe Barrone, Bryan Phillips, Marcel Massini, Gerald Roush, Alan Bolte, Doug Prestine, Dick Messer, Phil Hill. She garnered attention, and she was welcome at leading Concours, including an invitation to be among The Great Ferraris at The Quail last year. She won her share of bowling trophies, though some judges scoffed at her mixed breed roots. Now, sadly, as a consequence of the marketing wizardry of Michael Sheehan, she is on to her next home, where her siblings will include a Ferrari 612 and a flawless Bentley Azure. Here are some snaps and a brief history. Arrivederci, Queen Mum. Image Unavailable, Please Login Image Unavailable, Please Login Image Unavailable, Please Login Image Unavailable, Please Login
