I stood in the pits, my helmet in hand, sweat on my brow. It was a gorgeous day and the sun was beating down on us. Better that than rain. The heat combined with the tight enclosure of a helmet left my head damp with perspiration. I squinted in the sunlight, my eyes searching the track for the yellow Enzo. Everything that was going on, the other cars around me, the people, the revving engines, the cars flying around the track, they were all background noise. I was focused on one thing. And then I saw it. I watched as it weaved itself through each turn, getting closer and closer. Its such a privilege just seeing this car in motion. I was transfixed by its presence as I watched it round the last turn before coming into the pits. It pulled in then turned to park. I walked over to it. Two gentlemen got out. Ray came over. Ray and the driver exchanged words. There was something wrong. I felt greedy just standing there, obviously not doing anything with any intention except waiting. Waiting for a ride. Ray walked over to the car. Are you ready ? he said. Yeah! The word jumped out of my mouth faster than it took the synapses to get it there. I did a quick pocket check. Empty; good. I eased myself into the car, ducking so as not to hit my head on the door. After putting my helmet on, I reached up to close the door. It was heavier than I thought. I pulled it down gently but firmly enough so that it would close properly. Ray spoke. Were only going to cruise; one lap around the track, okay ? Theres a warning light coming on, on the dash, saying that the rear spoiler isnt deploying and that could be dangerous at speed. Oh, man. I felt bad. But I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally wanted a ride in that car. Im ashamed to admit that I hesitated before I said Hey, listen I dont want your car to get screwed up; if youd prefer we didnt go out, thats cool Id hate to think it got worse cause you gave me a ride in it No, no, Ray reassured, its cool, we just cant go fast. You sure ? Yeah. AWESOME !!! Im gonna go for a ride in an Enzo ! WHOOOOOOOOO ! I was so excited I struggled with the seat belt for at least a minute. I was pulling on everything that remotely resembled a seat belt, just so we could get going. Finally, belted in, Ray started the car. I could hear the mild, idle rumble behind my head. I was far too delighted to pay attention to the detail of the interior, but I remember seeing carbon fiber. Lots of carbon fiber. I have trouble remember going around the track cause I was so excited, just being in an Enzo. I can recall going up the straight; Ray casually clicked the right-hand paddle, upshifting the engine. The shifts were really smooth and the engine was really appropriate. The whole attitude of the car was very civil and that just made me more excited cause I knew it was capable of so much more. The 15 inch carbon ceramic brakes calmly brought the car to slow-enough speeds as Ray dipped in and out of each turn. Its a drivable car; something you could take to work, if you fancied. A beast in a business suit. It glided around the track, its roar in reserve. Even mild acceleration told you that, if it wanted to, this car could bite. With sharp teeth. And a heinously leave-you-in-the-rearview-mirror venom that begged to spew forth. The exhaust hummed, anticipating an opportunity to eat something. Anything. Just the presence of the car is enough to make any other car think twice. Just being in one is incredible. Ray pulled back into the pits, but I was in a fog. I thanked him as we exited the car, but my heart was still in it. I love that car. First a 355, then the Breadvan, then Rolands F40 LM and now an Enzo. Youd be in a fog, too. Track day eventually ended and the Ferrari police cars escorted a majority of the Ferraris back to the hotel. Friday nights dinner at Louis the XVI was lovely but my mind was still on the Ferraris at the track. Can you blame me ? What would you rather do, eat surf and turf and hob-nob with the Ferrari elite or vibrate on the verge of going deaf as you fly down the straight in the Breadvan ? Dress formal and chit chat about the days events or be dripping with sweat as you stagger out of Roland Linders F40 LM ? Figure out a way to butter a roll without getting crumbs all over the white tablecloth or cruise around the Grand Bayou Raceway in a Ferrari Enzo ? Yeah. Thats a no-brainer. However, dinner was eloquent and afterwards, Matt, Ryan and I reconvened onto Bourbon street for a quick tour of the local culture. We needed to go to bed, though; the next days concorso would require lots of energy.