A Ferrari engineer once told me that his company got hold of a C6 Corvette a few years ago to see what the fuss was about. Assuredly, the foreigners pummeled the poor thing down to a grease spot. The Vette is big, loud, and fast, the engineer concluded, but "a little bit crude, no?" He said the last part with a smirk. My Yankee spine stiffened, and I said that before I'd agree, I'd want to see what a $50,000 Ferrari drives like.
I just found out. Mamma mia and holy mother of Gorgonzola.
Kids, you better hide your college funds, because temptation—real, reachable, I-can-do-this-if-I-just-reorganize-a-few-priorities temptation—is about to kick down the front door in high heels and leather. If dad can resist this thing, pass his phone number to the…