Ladies and gentlemen, after almost 30 years of waiting…BEHOLD!!!
Michael,
Congratulations! The 430 Spider bombards all five senses....
Go for a spirited drive on a clear, cool, early morning (away from the city and the maddening crowd). Lower the top. Then step away from the car and take in its beauty.
"This is a Ferrari, man…. Enzo's progeny!" Your adrenaline is surging with anticipation.
You get behind the wheel and you smell the leather. You admire the details and craftsmanship in which you are encapsulated.
You push the "Start" button and the sound of the barking exhaust instantly comes to life and interrupts an otherwise quiet morning .... you put the car in gear, move forward, rapidly building speed as the crisp wind buffets you in the cockpit.
You're going up and down through the gears as the sound of the engine screams as it zaps the rev limiter again, and again, and again ... You see the bright red paint reflect the rising sun.... and you can almost taste the air!
It's just you, the car and nature now. For those moments you have left all of your cares and worries behind.
I swear, you will smile, and think to yourself, "What a thing the Commendatore created!"
And it will be one of the best days of your life.
Congratulations! The 430 Spider bombards all five senses....
Go for a spirited drive on a clear, cool, early morning (away from the city and the maddening crowd). Lower the top. Then step away from the car and take in its beauty.
"This is a Ferrari, man…. Enzo's progeny!" Your adrenaline is surging with anticipation.
You get behind the wheel and you smell the leather. You admire the details and craftsmanship in which you are encapsulated.
You push the "Start" button and the sound of the barking exhaust instantly comes to life and interrupts an otherwise quiet morning .... you put the car in gear, move forward, rapidly building speed as the crisp wind buffets you in the cockpit.
You're going up and down through the gears as the sound of the engine screams as it zaps the rev limiter again, and again, and again ... You see the bright red paint reflect the rising sun.... and you can almost taste the air!
It's just you, the car and nature now. For those moments you have left all of your cares and worries behind.
I swear, you will smile, and think to yourself, "What a thing the Commendatore created!"
And it will be one of the best days of your life.
Last edited by TheCreditMan; Feb 9, 2008 at 08:02 AM.
Michael,
Congratulations! The 430 Spider bombards all five senses....
Go for a spirited drive on a clear, cool, early morning (away from the city and the maddening crowd). Lower the top. Then step away from the car and take in its beauty.
"This is a Ferrari, man…. Enzo's progeny!" Your adrenaline is surging with anticipation.
You get behind the wheel and you smell the leather. You admire the details and craftsmanship in which you are encapsulated.
You push the "Start" button and the sound of the barking exhaust instantly comes to life and interrupts an otherwise quiet morning .... you put the car in gear, move forward, rapidly building speed as the crisp wind buffets you in the cockpit.
You're going up and down through the gears as the sound of the engine screams as it zaps the rev limiter again, and again, and again ... You see the bright red paint reflect the rising sun.... and you can almost taste the air!
It's just you, the car and nature now. For those moments you have left all of your cares and worries behind.
I swear, you will smile, and think to yourself, "What a thing the Commendatore created!"
And it will be one of the best days of your life.
Congratulations! The 430 Spider bombards all five senses....
Go for a spirited drive on a clear, cool, early morning (away from the city and the maddening crowd). Lower the top. Then step away from the car and take in its beauty.
"This is a Ferrari, man…. Enzo's progeny!" Your adrenaline is surging with anticipation.
You get behind the wheel and you smell the leather. You admire the details and craftsmanship in which you are encapsulated.
You push the "Start" button and the sound of the barking exhaust instantly comes to life and interrupts an otherwise quiet morning .... you put the car in gear, move forward, rapidly building speed as the crisp wind buffets you in the cockpit.
You're going up and down through the gears as the sound of the engine screams as it zaps the rev limiter again, and again, and again ... You see the bright red paint reflect the rising sun.... and you can almost taste the air!
It's just you, the car and nature now. For those moments you have left all of your cares and worries behind.
I swear, you will smile, and think to yourself, "What a thing the Commendatore created!"
And it will be one of the best days of your life.







