So my glamorous new purchase found itself parked up in salubrious central Glasgow, whilst I enjoyed the nightlife and catching up with my old university buddy, Blair.
After my somewhat disappointing track outing at Bedford, I immediately set about remedying what I perceived to be the excessive understeer my Spider was afflicted with.
Having what turned out to be a bare metal respray on the entire car (see previous entry) meant my beloved F355 was off the road for much longer than I had originally planned.
It's another beautiful sunny day in Southern California and I am once again reminded why I moved to Los Angeles from London back in 1993.
San Francisco. Park Presidio at Lake. Green light. First gear. Gentle right curve. Quick blast in second and third up the slope. Short tap on the brakes before the left curve, blip throttle, downshift to second.
This article was first published (in unedited form) on the Ferrari enthusiasts' website www.fcars.co.uk
The day after I picked up the F430, Phil James came over in his glorious Espada and we pootled down to my local in a highly carbon-conscious V20 convoy. (Well, a lot of my car is made from carbon. Philâ€™s classic just enjoys emitting it!)
"You should never meet your hero" so the cynics say. Does that also apply to "You should never buy your dream car"?