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How Do You Feel When Driving a Ferrari?

Discussion in '308/328' started by Red 328 GTS, Jun 26, 2010.

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  1. Turbopanzer

    Turbopanzer F1 World Champ

    Oct 2, 2011
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    And there is that key wording...."worked hard". When you work hard it is a reward to yourself for all the work and time put in. As for a snob, hardly. Maybe it is the fact that you chose to excel in your feild and you now look back and see you have accomplished much and now are enjoying the fruits of your labor. Spoiled.. is when it is given to you and you don't appericate what you have and proceed to degrade or destroy it. I may not be the wealthest guy in the country but whatever I have I own and have "earned it". That to me means something very important in regards to others. I respect those that have accomplished similar success.
     
  2. jsa330

    jsa330 F1 World Champ
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    Oct 31, 2003
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    I earned mine as well...got #1 at age 53, and have never felt a shred of guilt about buying, owning, or driving a Ferrari.
     
  3. robertgarven

    robertgarven F1 Veteran
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    Feb 24, 2002
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    Robert Garven
    I feel like a god.........
     
  4. 903L

    903L Formula Junior

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    Marty K
    Most of the time I feel like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Seems everyone does their best to crash into me or kick up some kind of road debris while in front of me. Although, the other morning I drove through the almond groves on my way to Button Willow Speedway just north of Bakersfield, CA. All the trees were in full bloom and I was the only one on the road. With blossoms swirling all around and the sound of four webbers singing in the crisp morning air, it was like a shot of morphine. All my pains, worries, and problems were lost in that staccato that can only come from the notes of a Ferrari's exhaust.
     

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