I’ve been looking for a car to buy for a while. I tend to keep cars for a long time because, first, I am very frugal, and second, since I started my own business I am always behind in work and do not have time for things like shopping or buying. Even vacations send me into horrors and I truly value vacation time with family. Replacing a working car is low on my list.
Still, if you read here once in awhile, you know that cars are my one indulgence, my weakness, my passion.
I got fed up with my six year old car, which was not too much fun on day one, About six months ago I dragged it to a Chevy dealer and test drove a Corvette. Very nice car, plastered a smile on my face. The transmission and interior were not up to the level of the overall car. I could not warm up to it.
I tried a stock Porsche but it was not fast enough. More speed and more of anything in Porsche land increases the bottom line ten grand per wish. Anyway the engine is behind the rear axle and I don’t like.
Now I have type 1 diabetes and have had it for a few years. Things are harder, no amount of effort banishes all low blood sugars (where one is confused and in danger of coma) or high blood sugars (where long term damage to the nerves and various organs is done). I recently detected that my capabilities are diminishing. This is not good news.
I was complaining to my wife about the lacking of the Corvette and the cost of the Porsche and she blurted out, ” This is the last car you are going to buy, get the Porsche if you want it.”
Talk about honest. But what a gem. Get what you want.
I thought about that license and decided that what I wanted was a Ferrari F430 Spider. Its my Last Car, after all.
A Ferrari production car run is about 5 years and every F430 for the next five years is sold. I can buy from a flipper, list price may be $202 thousand, for me $360 thousand.
Still the dream would not die. As a teenager I dreamed of the Ferrari I would once own. Now perhaps as a last purchase I could buy an old used one.
360 Modena was the model before the F430. Prices have not gone down but it is possible to buy one. Today I went to a dealer and test drove one.
The three things I wanted from the Ferrari were (1) superb car that could do more than I asked of it, (2) attention, and (3) not to hurt me too much (financially).
Here’s the report.
The cars look very nice. Most had so few miles on them I suspected that the original owners were afraid to drive, ever. The air conditioning is not very powerful.
Alright, the salesman got some plates on it and drove out onto the service road. He pointed out how the F1 transmission shifters worked. He explained how expensive upkeep really is. Then he did what any super car salesman has to do. He took it up through the gears from about 30 MPH in moderate traffic to about 100 MPH using all three lanes in the process. It did not take ten seconds. There are a couple sensations. The engine goes from “vroom vroom” to banshee, quite unique. The engine is about 12 inches behind your shoulder and it is hard to describe the sound but I imagine it could be addictive to a motor head like me. Other cars seem to slow, power or torque comes on at different places. You know you are going fast, then you feel a strong sensation of weight, being pushed back in the seat, passes quickly. Now you are going seriously fast. Looked at the gear indicator. Three. Speedometer. One hundred. I’m not a big fan of speeding or doing anything dangerous, but the excellence of it. Many car advertisements claim such a special experience and performance. They all look like a lot of hype. Here’s the real thing.
My turn.
I’m not going to get in a strange car on a strange road and try to make it do things at the limit of my abilities. I drove with up most probity. A little gas here, the engine does not pack a wallop at lower revs but does accelerate better than many turbo’s I’ve owned, a little power through a turn here, surprisingly no go-kart feel to the steering. Here I am at a stop light. Next to me is a kid in a BMW M3. Unmistakeably, he wants to race. I’ve driven this car 0.4 miles and I am invited to my first street race. Maybe the dealer has the kid on a retainer. Light changes, zoom off he goes. I turn to the salesman, “I guess I would get a lot of that”.
It is not about going fast, it is about the ability to go fast.