I drive a mini. In the advertising blurb it is (laughingly) described as an “entry level BMW”. Perhaps it is a sign of my lack of competitiveness that I don’t aspire to go beyond entry level; I am very content with what I drive.
Here in Italy, I have seen very little of the caricature of an Italian driver with his designer sunglasses, tight jeans, slicked back hair and flashy car, driven at speed. In fact, in Spello the average form of transport is a battered old fiat or a lambretta scooter. Or at least that was the case until a rather more eye-catching car roared into town.
When it drove by, the ground beneath my feet shook and my ears rang. This Ferrari was meant to be noticed and admired….
The bodywork reflected everything – just look at how it captures the surrounding buildings in its mirrored finish.
I can’t make up my mind whether I love it or hate it. It certainly turns heads. What do you think? Do you think it is garish and ostentatious or could you see yourself behind the wheel?