Time to Move On…

DSC_0470s_4cce4b4930726-lightboxFerrari’s are just not like any other car.  They instill in the enthusiast a sense of history, as well as responsibility.  A responsibility to preserve the cars for the next caretaker.

Finding an appropriate home for what amounts to a member of the family can be a challenging and sometimes frustrating endeavor, especially when the economy is in the tank.

The fact that my car was a feature car in Ferrari enthusiast magazine, Forza, helped generate lots of interest.  But most of the interest came from the multitude of low ballers that exist in this market.  All of these folks were quickly shown the door.

There were dreamers, and poseurs and of course the ‘gold chain’ crowd.  Some of which made full price offers.  But there was no way I was selling 82589 to be used as valet stand sculpture.  So they were all sent packing.

Then came Tripp.  A guy that fell in love with the 348 when he was a kid, and my car when he saw it in Forza.  He wanted the rawness of the 348, and the factory changes to 82589 made it that much better.  Sometimes I felt that I was interviewing potential parents.  This ‘adoption process’ took months to finalize, as he put together what he had to to realize his dream.  This was the right new owner!

As the deal came to fruition and I put all the documentation and memories together for Tripp, I truthfully became very nostalgic about the old girl, and I was truly sad to  see her go.  As she was being loaded onto the truck, I actually think I shed a tear or two.

Well, months down the road, it’s clear she couldn’t have gone to a better new friend.  Tripp and I have become good friends, talking, texting and emailing almost weekly.  When Tripp has an incredibly good drive, I usually see a text message pop up, telling me how much he loves 82589.  I follow up with a call, and we wax on about the sound of the exhaust, the power of the brakes, as well as how she forces you to be a better driver.

Tripp has even asked for advice as to different things he wants to do to her.  Of course she is not my car anymore, but it is very nice to still be part of her life with her new friend.

Ironically, I got 82589 when I was 32, and sold her at 52. Tripp is 32, and loves her as much as I did.  I can see 20 years down the road a ‘family portrait’ of her and the generations of enthusiasts who have cared for and enjoyed her.

82589 and I have shared much.  Too many girl friends, a couple of wives, lots of car shows, more race tracks and hill climbs than I can count.  I know that she will serve her new friend well, with lots of memories and many smiles.  Such is the power of a very special Ferrari, 82589.

Forza Ferrari, and Forza 82589!





Dino Micalizio