I just posted up a new blog chronicling the hairiest moments I've had in a range of supercars over the years:



Comments?

What have been yours?

 

Amusing anecdotes.

My take away is that a Ferrari will do it's level best to kill you and, when denied that pleasure, will make you walk home.

 

I would say the mixture of Ferrari and water is what can be underwear soiling.

 

I've had two in my V12V (right hand drive in Aus)

the first was pushing through a tight right hand corner at about 120km an hour concentrating on hitting the apex. On the left side was a large bank which had heavy trees and bushes on it, giving no peripheral vision on the left side, when a kangaroo comes through the bushes from about 3 m above the car, hits the road right in front of me and bounds away. I managed to just ease off the accelerator, but not over react ( maybe I wasn't fast enough to do any more) so the car stayed settled through the corner, and thought how close that was.

When I stopped the carbon splitter had a small star shaped crack in it with a tuft of kangaroo har - any closer would have been badly damaged car and potentially off the road.

second one was on a winding country road one wet slippery morning. New PS4S tyres thankfully (had just changed out the Pirellis) following a family in a van. I waited patiently travelling through the 60-75km/hour corners till I had a broken centreline and a chance to pass. Accelerated past in 3rd, grabbed 4th, then 5th, over a slight crest to find myself rapidly approaching a 75km/hour off camber corner at almost 2.5 times the recommended speed, ease off, light touch on brakes to settle the car, change down, keep looking for the apex and lightly accelerate through, big exhale, thank the Michelin and Aston engineering skills and disappear up the hill to catch my mate in his V8V.

and then 30 seconds later that feeling in the bottom of your stomach when the adrenaline floods in

Graze