Thirty million dollars is, by most measures, a fortune. It’s far more than most of us will earn, cumulatively, in our lifetimes. In fact, that goes for you and a half-dozen of your closest friends, combined. It is likely more than our wildest dreams are capable of conjuring – a sum so large, it’s hard to understand its purchasing power.
Sportscar racing is fraught with rivalries: they stand as the ultimate motivation in a sport where bragging rights reign supreme. Ranging from the likes of Ayrton Senna vs. Alain Prost, and Jeff Gordon vs. Dale Earnhardt, or even Big Foot vs. Grave Digger, it’s these iconic rivalries that bring new fans to the sport and fuel the flames of competition.
I’ve held the Ferrari F40 in higher regard than nearly any other car for as long as I can remember, and with good reason. I know I’m not the only one. There’s something special about it: it’s one of the few cars that carries a true spirit. Its lines, its power, its essence; they all come together to form a car that stands beyond supercars, beyond legends. It stands in a sense of godliness in its own way, derived from the hands of the masterminds at Ferrari and Pininfarina.