I love driving. There’s something that’s elemental about getting out on the open road with a map in one hand and the other on the wheel. This summer, I’m doing a two week roadtrip through the Midwest, and I’m salivating just thinking about it.
Driving’s not all easy, though, and parking is certainly something that drives many people nuts. However, if you own a fucking Ferrari Testarossa, the car that makes many little boys into car addicts for life, you had damn well be able to park it.
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