faces as possible fi lled with joy at the sight and sound of this magnifi cent prancing horse. Two hours into my journey and the sky
started turning darker and darker and the toll roads turned into narrow dual carriageways. T ankfully my English speaking companion kept me on the straight and narrow. As the rain came down my need for 100% concentra- tion was only interrupted when my female companion spoke to me. However her direc- tions were spot on. I arrived at the Poltrona Frau Factory bang
on 7.30pm. Why did I ever doubt it? I had put my complete trust in a Sat Nav cover- ing four hours driving in a foreign country without a clue where I was going. T ankfully she did. I parked the car in the Poltrona Frau Fac-
tory as the hotel I was staying at was on a tiny cobbled street nestled in a small village called Tolentino. I had been up since 3am and it was
now 8pm. After three hours fl ying and a three hour factory tour, followed by a four hour drive, it was now time for some shut eye and to dream of what tomorrow was going to bring.
Next Day
I needed to be back at Ferrari Maranello for 5.30pm. T e weather was bright and warm and the roads were dry, clear and grippy. It was time to see what this beast could do! Sad- ly for legal reasons I was not able to, as I don’t want Interpol after me. With the car’s combi- nation of sound, speed, road holding and feel I thought I had died and gone to heaven. To say I had a smile as wide as the Mersey tunnel would actually be an understatement. Again there wasn’t a service station I did not stop at, as I wanted as many people to see me as pos- sible. If only you could see people’s faces, but then again, how often does a £227k car pull
On pushing that start button it was like let- ting off a nuclear bomb. With 12 cylinders with 651bhp, the roar from the four FF ex- hausts is a joy to behold. T e car instantly revs at 2,000 rpm then drops back to 1,000 rpm after the engine has warmed. Leaving the factory the weather was good. It was sunny and the roads were dry, provid- ing perfect conditions. I wound along country roads, leaving people with wide open mouths in my path as they witnessed the majesty of my FF. How proud I was and how envious they were! I stopped at nearly every service area I passed, as I just wanted to see as many
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