Join Date: Apr 2013
Location: Melbourne, Australia
Ferrari Life Posts: 1,396
That token drunk/drugged guy
My wife Lina and I just went out for a 50k night drive in our 16M, which I had beautifully cleaned during the day. 30 odd celsius (in the 90s F). Balmy but with a cool change approaching. Storm clouds starting to brew in the night time sky. We had are own race to blast away some kilometres before the summer storm hit.
My only mods are unplugged exhaust valves, taped up intakes and Stef's brilliant light package. The car was electric to drive, it really sang. Screamed up though the gears. Growled, sparked and burbled on the way down. I'm not a scientist but I remember how sounds and colours are amplified in the low just before a storm.
One reason why I love my car is both the feeling of driving and esp the noises that it makes when driving slow. Cruising down a crowded street the whole environment becomes an instant F1 pit lane. People down here love these cars - smiles all round.
As I was running out of fuel/petrol/gas (don't you just love this global forum?) I pulled into a petrol station. Got out of the car, started to fill up and then he came. This guy with a huge cup of coke, ran up to my 'pride and joy', spilling his coke, spitting as he tried to ecstatically speak about how much he loved THIS CAR. Sticky fingers going everywhere. I don't know what he was on but he was having a really great time. Realising I was getting quickly out of my depth, I enthusiastically returned his conversation, answering his split second questions as I also tried to complete the refuelling process, so that I could physically supervise him. I was aware that he could turn nasty at any stage.
In a split second my (certainly this time) better half said something along the lines of "Hey man, I love you looking at my car but please don't touch it and ditch that bucket of coke". He responding perfectly to this and whilst he ran away to put down his coke, I had time to finish filling up, Lina went to pay and I went around the side of the car to meet the guy. What followed was less than a minute or so of 'hyped up drug talk' before Lina returned, we said 'see ya later' and we were safely on our way.
Two years earlier I was driving a brand new 458 coupe (unfortunately not mine) when I saw a maniac remonstrating loudly and hitting a traffic light with a heavy piece of wood. I was stationary about 20 car lengths away, waiting for the lights to turn green. Then he saw the Italia and suddenly decided to make it his object of his rage. He started running towards me brandishing his weapon and screaming profanities. I shit myself but luckily not literally! When he was 10 cars away the lights turned green, the traffic slowly began moving and he was unable to move into the lane I was in.
Have anybody else had any interesting experiences?
Ferrari - Corsa/Nero 16M
Past - 09 F430, 09 Cali