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I really do hope that the Fiat/Chrysler merger goes well. Considering that the last time Chrysler decided to merge with someone– it was Daimler-Benz last time- the marriage didn’t last. So it goes with the world of big business and the all-too slowly dying muscle car. So it goes as well that no one at Ferrari– Italy’s most famous, most-expensive, and most self-important car-maker– plugs along making cars so gorgeous that I’m afraid to even touch one when I get close to them, let alone drive one.
I wonder what Ferrari drivers do about road rage? The most recent case– the one that’s made it onto the major news outlets — wouldn’t have happened at all had the glock-toting grandmother been cut off by a guy in a Ferarri. Or maybe she would have. Maybe Ferrari”s really aren’t the golden chariots we make them out to be, or that their owners claim they are. Maybe little old ladies and CEOs alike are now so worn thin that even this– even a thing of beauty so well-known and documented– can’t help from destroying the few good things we have left. or maybe I’m just being moribund and should stop writing now, as anything of substance that I might have to say about the car (of which, friends, there is very, very little) could simply be better left unwritten.