- Sep 1, 2005
- 704
I innocently presented myself at my local Ferrari dealer the other day. Wonderful, interested guys whom I've come to know well enough over the past four years to conclude that they defy the stereotypes associated with F-car dealers. While there, and without warning, I was assaulted by a 458, in all of its lean and sharp edged glory. Its not the first time it has happened Oh Guinevere! My mouth went dry, my heart started ratcheting. Casual conversation resulted in yours truly concluding that if I had the guts, it wouldn't take much (beyond a couple hundred large) for me to call myself a Ferrari owner for a second time.
My fevered mind began putting numbers together, and a thought came unbidden to me: If I traded my lovely GT for the 458, I could make it work without much of a sweat. I quickly shelved the idea for further contemplation in a calmer environment. On my drive home, I gave it some careful analysis.
My mind went back to the Ferrari Showroom. The 458 was surrounded by other lovely Ferraris, including a couple of pristine 430s. It's funny, I thought, that I didn't even give them a look. I mean, they didn't even register with me. Why? Because the 430 is now the unloved, replaced mistress along side the latest, greatest, 458.
Then I visualized the 458 in my garage, in the place that my GT has occupied for the past five years. The angel of reason then whispered in my ear: How will you feel about this trade in five years, when the 458 is yesterday's car? How will you feel when you see the magnificent GT that you no longer own whistling past, hunkered down, and after all those years, still looking as mean and purposeful as the day it rolled off the line?
The decision was made, and quickly. No trade. Then the devil on the other shoulder chuckled. Okay, it said, you've have a Ferrari and the GT at the same time, and it worked out okay. I smiled, and turned my attention back the financials.
The Ford GT. No car like it, and never will be. NOT FOR SALE OR TRADE!
My fevered mind began putting numbers together, and a thought came unbidden to me: If I traded my lovely GT for the 458, I could make it work without much of a sweat. I quickly shelved the idea for further contemplation in a calmer environment. On my drive home, I gave it some careful analysis.
My mind went back to the Ferrari Showroom. The 458 was surrounded by other lovely Ferraris, including a couple of pristine 430s. It's funny, I thought, that I didn't even give them a look. I mean, they didn't even register with me. Why? Because the 430 is now the unloved, replaced mistress along side the latest, greatest, 458.
Then I visualized the 458 in my garage, in the place that my GT has occupied for the past five years. The angel of reason then whispered in my ear: How will you feel about this trade in five years, when the 458 is yesterday's car? How will you feel when you see the magnificent GT that you no longer own whistling past, hunkered down, and after all those years, still looking as mean and purposeful as the day it rolled off the line?
The decision was made, and quickly. No trade. Then the devil on the other shoulder chuckled. Okay, it said, you've have a Ferrari and the GT at the same time, and it worked out okay. I smiled, and turned my attention back the financials.
The Ford GT. No car like it, and never will be. NOT FOR SALE OR TRADE!