Last weekend, while staying at the Wellington Chateau, Bruce took "the beast" out for a short run to stretch its legs. When he came back, he popped his head in the door and said, "She's all yours..." Oh, man...! Outside i went, hands in gloves, to see this yellow beast sitting there, waiting for me. A low rumble at idle and an open driver's side door were more invitation than needed. "You comin'...?" i asked. "Nah, YOU go..." Bruce is the MAN! Off i went, shifting into the afternoon, making my way to the local scenic route of choice. i didn't aim for any record speeds, rather this was just a nice cruise. The acceleration in this car never fails to amaze me. i am so in love with the Testarossa. The look, the feel, the power, the sound, it's all so lustful. It always leaves me saturated with everything a Ferrari is and the smile takes days before it fades. After a nice ride, i u-turned and made my way home. Honking at the few people who actually look at the car is always a pleasure. Kids love it. Who wouldn't...? It's a Ferrari. Coming up the main road, there's a 90 degree right turn to enter the development. i came up on it, braking enough that i could round the corner; i was moving slow enough so i shifted into first, dipped the throttle, released the clutch and hit the gas, making the ass end come out. As i turned into it, the ass wiggled back into place as i rumbled down the road, towards Bruce's house. Damn, i love that car. Thanks, Bruce. Here's a picture of it from the party he had back in August.