Most of you are gear heads. I am not. I look at a vehicle as a means of getting me there and back again. I happen to be driving at the apex of the world. Nothing comes close to the Southern California Freeway. Nothing! My older brother turned me on to cars before I was even thinking of driving. Ferrari. Around my eighteenth birthday, I tried to talk my father into buying the used Red Sebring winner for $13,000 from Otto Ziffer. It was a 275 GTB. My dad said no. Rats, I knew it would have been a great long-term investment. For the next thirty-five years, I drove sleds. All of them were four cylinder stick gutless wonders. Then I saw it seven years ago. A green 456 at the Lido Island Newsstand in Newport Beach, Orange County. A sweet V-12. Can there be anything nicer than a V-12 Ferrari in the front of you? A true four seater. Since I drive a 550, my only desire is to have a 612. Why, many of you will ask. How much fun is it to have another couple with you to share the feelings of being in a Ferrari at speed? Oh, yea! Remember, I still have the Happy Ferrari to drive with only one other. Good Heavens. Is this thing a blast? I wish all of you to work hard and be successful like me. The 550 is the finest freeway flyer. Mine is around 7 years old. I eat what I wish. Being on the top of the pyramid is always best. Something 612 is coming my way. Yes, my ego is talking. Always have 12 on your side.