Like any other young boy in my time, I lusted after the Countach as a kid. That was, as far as cars go, the coolest, the best, the greatest. Then I grew up. Sure, it looked brilliant and outrageous enough to stop birds in midflight, its got all the power and noise and speed in the world, but as far a living with such a thing is concerned, I realised it would be an absolute nightmare. And I'd look like a twat getting out of one.
Same story with the Diablo. The Audi generation Lambos are much, much more civilised but they are still far, far, far too crazy for my liking. Lambos have always been ridiculous, because they needed to be ridiculous. They needed to snatch the spotlight from Ferrari.
I'm still very much a sucker for subtlety and class. Which is why I much prefer Aston Martins and Jaguars. Ferraris, on the other hand are just plain special, the thick and rich racing history and heritage and pedigree and craftsmanship. If you could give a physical form to the joy of driving and the passion for cars, it would take the shape of a Ferrari.
Same story with the Diablo. The Audi generation Lambos are much, much more civilised but they are still far, far, far too crazy for my liking. Lambos have always been ridiculous, because they needed to be ridiculous. They needed to snatch the spotlight from Ferrari.
I'm still very much a sucker for subtlety and class. Which is why I much prefer Aston Martins and Jaguars. Ferraris, on the other hand are just plain special, the thick and rich racing history and heritage and pedigree and craftsmanship. If you could give a physical form to the joy of driving and the passion for cars, it would take the shape of a Ferrari.