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Stands on soapbox and screams: CALLUM TURNER IS LITERALLY INCAPABLE OF CLOSING HIS LEGS



#photo cred Hollywood Reporter#NEVER CLOSE YOUR LEGS YOU BIG GIANT ANGEL#how do I apply to become his professional lint picker offer#callum turner#alia shawkat#atropia#hailey benton#mota
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So this ad was in this week’s Variety magazine (photo cred to @klstheword )

And you might be like “hmm....the dvd has been out for a while, weird time to advertise this movie”
might I direct you to this little note


Variety is a major Hollywood trade magazine, its the beginning of major award season, there were reportedly Academy Screenings in March;
Disney is launching a full-scale awards campaign
I wouldn’t be surprised if this movie nabbed a bunch of Golden Globe nominations, and at least ones for costume, production design, and best original song at the Oscars.
The Hollywood Reporter posted back in March that these categories (and a few others) were pretty likely.
This movie isn’t leaving the public spotlight for at least a few months.
#BATB 2017#BatB#Emma Watson#dan stevens#luke evans#josh gad#beauty and the beast oscars#2017 oscar watch#god my baby film major just came out for a few minutes#also basically all the best original songs sing at the oscars and if evermore gets the nom and josh groban sings#i'll riot#I might do a full break down of all awards are eligible/likely#{type: news}#{type: meta}#-ish#{f: 2017}
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19 Times Celebrities Went Totally Off the Rails in the Public Eye
Being a personality is hard-handed. Not that we’re luminaries( at least , not according to anyone but ourselves ), but it’s pretty easy to imagine that being a fame is hard-bitten, considering how often they tend to lose it. The constant investigation, the demanding hours, the paparazzi always in your aspect — all that stres could make any acceptable person snap. Advertisement div > Honestly, it’s amazing that some personalities have even conserved the apparition of normalcy div > We don’t blame them, but we’ll likewise never tire of watching their epic meltdowns. If “youve been” find yourself wishing to be in the public eye, these 19 celebs are now to remind you that being prominent is not all parties and private jets. Advertisement div > div > Charlie Sheen ranted on aura, but likewise gave us one of the best catchphrases of its first year div > In a completely fantastic interrogation with ABC in February of 2011, Charlie detonated Two and a Half Men inventor Chuck Lorre, claimed “hes having” vampire blood, and peddled a new pharmaceutical called Charlie Sheen that promises to soften your face off. Charlie likewise proclaimed that he was ” not bipolar but’ bi-winning.'” After that, we were all #winning. Advertisement div > div > Alec Baldwin get kicked off a flight because he wasn’t finished with his recreation, and we are capable of honestly relevant div > In December 2011, an intense Words With Friends match went Alec Baldwin booted off an American Airlines flight when he refused to quit playing at departure. We’re not sure if Alec is accepting new adversaries at this time, but we really increase his commitment to the game. Advertisement div > div > Chris Brown lost his shirt and also his damn mind div > On Good Morning America in March of 2011, Chris Brown was asked about the 2009 abuse of his then-girlfriend Rihanna, and to say he was triggered would be an understatement. The singer stormed off theatre, ripped off his shirt, and propelled a chair out his dressing room window. That’s one way to say, “No comment.” Advertisement div > div > Mariah Carey queried Carson Daly for rainbows, ice cream, and some therapy div > While promoting her devastating movie Glitter on TRL in 2001, Mariah Carey brought along an ice cream truck and a striptease, as well as one of the more memorable interviews in TRL history. Mimi ended up in a hospice weeks later for” extreme tired ,” where we’re hoping she got the disruption from the stardom she necessary( and maybe even the chance to learn to razz a bicycle like she missed ). Speaking of botched performances… Advertisement div > div > Kanye West interrupted his own concert three songs in to give a 17 -minute-long rant div > During his Life of Pablo expedition in November of 2016, Kanye West handed his fans an surprising( and unwanted) amaze when he ranted about everyone from Jay-Z, to Beyonce, to Mark Zuckerberg, to onetime President Barack Obama, claiming that “theyre all” “fake.” We’re going to let you finish, Kanye, but that was probably the most difficult concert recital of all time. Advertisement div > div > Tom Cruise rushed on Oprah’s couch and eternally granted Scientology a bad name div > While guest-starring on The Oprah Winfrey Show in May of 2005, Tom Cruise outraged the unflappable Oprah by hopping up on her couch and affirming his love for his then-girlfriend Katie Holmes( who now, unsurprisingly, is his ex-wife ). As far as dreamy gesticulates become, we’d prefer something that doesn’t piss off Oprah. Advertisement div > div > Lamar Odom made a crowbar to a paparazzo’s vehicle, and Khloe Kardashian evaded a bullet div > When requested information about chiselling rumors by a photographer in July of 2013, Khloe Kardashian’s then-husband Lamar Odom threw the photographer’s paraphernalium into the street and then proceeded to take a crowbar to the photographer’s car. Once again , not the best way to allege, “No comment.” Advertisement div > div > Lindsay Lohan pocketed more than $100,000 -worth of watches and sunglasses and officially grew uninvited from all of our future parties div > In August of 2012, the Los Angeles Police Department suspected Lindsay Lohan of leaving an all-night gathering in the Hollywood Hills with more than $100,000 -worth of the party host’s belongings in tow, the fourth burglary thought for LiLo in four years. If at first, you don’t supplant, then you probably shouldn’t try three more times. Advertisement div > div > Justin Bieber’s supporters wouldn’t make him mop up the stage, so he left it div > During a concert in Oslo, Norway in October of 2015, Justin Bieber got fed up with grabby devotees who encroached when he tried to clean liquid off the stage, and he stormed off, deserting the concert after playing exactly one song. Never mind, Kanye — we repute Biebs dethroned you for the worst concert of all time. Now you are able to never expect this next personality to lose her cool. Advertisement div > div > Reese Witherspoon was arrested for disorderly conduct and a lack of Southern cordiality div > In April of 2013, Reese Witherspoon and her husband, Jim Toth, were pulled over for suspicion of intoxicated driving, and Reese was not afraid to let her dislike be known. ” Do you know who I am ?” she requested the policeman.” You’re about to find out who I am .” Reese may be an Oscar-winner, but her’ dispassionate’ impersonation involves work. Advertisement div > div > David Hasselhoff had a struggle with a burger and exposed his real struggle with alcohol div > In May of 2007, a videotape circulated of an inebriated David Hasselhoff, on the flooring and drape merely blue jeans while clumsily eating a hamburger. His daughters had captivated the moment by seeking to get their papa back on the wagon, but it simply pointed up proving a pissed Hoff is no match for a hamburger. Advertisement div > div > A cameraman bumped into Lil Wayne, and Weezy shaped sure that somebody would live to regret it div > While materializing at DirecTV’s annual Celebrity Beach Bowl flag football match in February of 2013, Lil Wayne was accidentally bumped into by cameraman during the post-game trophy presentation, and Lil Wayne gave’ em have it. Two teammates accommodated Lil Wayne back as he criticized the cameraman with epithets, expecting apology. Being Weezy ain’t easy( but apparently, neither is being a cameraman in Weezy’s lane ). Advertisement div > div > Vanilla Ice destroyed an MTV set with a baseball bat, which is probably a very close he’s ever come to earning street cred div > While on the deep-seated of” The MTV Lame 25″ in April of 1999, Vanilla Ice’s” Ice Ice Baby” music video was dubbed the ninth bad of all time, and Vanilla Ice didn’t take the bulletin well. The ” rapper ” attacked the list with a baseball bat, startling( and maybe scarring) the emcees in the process. Who would have anticipated Vanilla Ice would so easily lose his cool? Advertisement div > div > Christian Bale had his eyeline blocked on pitch, and he didn’t furnish any probability of saving div > While filming “Terminator Salvation” in July of 2008, the film’s head of photography accidentally accompanied into Christian Bale’s eyeline during a shot, leading to an expletive-laden tirade from the actor. Forget Batman and American Psycho em >— angry Christian Bale is the person we should really fear. We know celebs have a complicated affair with cameras, but this next one certainly makes the cake. Advertisement div > div > Bjork coaches reporters an important exercise: don’t photo Bjork at international airports div > At New Zealand’s Auckland International Airport in January of 2008, Bjork affected a photographer by rending his shirt from behind after the photographer snagged a few photographs of her. A similar happen happened in Bangkok’s airport in 1996, when Bjork secreted her delirium on another reporter with repeated slaps to the face. Swans may look cute, but recollect, they attack when photographed. Advertisement div > div > Britney Spears shaved her honcho and attacked a automobile with an umbrella, throwing the internet food for nearly forever div > In February of 2007, Britney Spears infamously took her umbrella to a photographer’s car while sporting a reduced psyche, an accident that she subsequently claimed was ” method acting .” On her website, Britney wrote,” I was cooking my courage for a role in a movie where the spouse never plays his part, so they swap places accidentally .” Seems legit. Advertisement div > div > Amanda Bynes played with shoot and scorched any lurking indecisions we had about her wellbeing div > In July of 2013, after a fibre of comical action, Amanda Bynes started a fervour with a canister of gasoline in the driveway of an older stranger, an accident that led to burned gasps, a gasoline-soaked Pomeranian, and a psychiatric hold. We’re pretty sure this case is too strange for even Judge Trudy to handle. 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At Dark among the Prancing Horses: We Wander a Field of 70 Historic Ferraris
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At 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, it’s curiously quiet just up the road from the Lodge at Pebble Beach, which in a few hours will become the teeming locus of this year’s Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance. Crews are undoubtedly scurrying to finish up preparations ahead of the moment the first automobiles will roll onto the lawn, just eight hours from now, but over on the 17th fairway, it’s practically silent. Seventy Ferraris sit, most of them covered, some by plastic sheeting, some under custom-fitted covers. And we’re just wandering around, taking them in, alone, under the high Monterey fog.
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We’d been invited down to the grass by Ferrari North America public relations representative and photographer Michael Shaffer, who’d recently taken an interest in light painting and wanted to try it out on some of the historic cars the storied Italian concern had assembled to honor its 70th anniversary. The affable Shaffer, one of the most beloved characters on the international press-junket circuit, is the lens behind plenty of the photos you see credited to “the Manufacturer” in automotive publications. Although he lends his talents to numerous clients, he’s a dyed-in-the-wool member of the tifosi, and he was perhaps even more thrilled than we were to be out among the cars, left alone in darkness to capture their significant forms.
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As far as significance goes, the 212 [above right] pales a bit between the first 125 of 1947 and the series of 250-badged cars that defined Ferrari from the late 1950s well into the ’60s. In contrast to the cars that followed but like its predecessors, the 212 carried a stumpy and pugnacious mien. Younger fans of the marque might find it a bit stodgy; it’s admittedly a car this author has grown to love only as he hit middle age.
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This particular example, a 1951 212 Inter, was the oldest car on the field, exemplifying Ferrari a mere four years into its existence. Despite its civilized demeanor, courtesy of the Giovanni Michelotti–penned Vignale body, it’s got legit motorsport cred. In 1951, Ferrari entered this car in the deadly and grueling Carrera Panamericana. Driven by Pierro Taruffi and Luigi Chinetti, the latter of whom would wind up as Ferrari’s very influential North American importer, this little Inter (distinguished from the 212 Export by its longer wheelbase) won the whole shebang. A second Inter, piloted by Alberto Ascari and Luigi Villoresi, would place second. In honor of the victory, Ferrari produced the 340 Mexico the following year, powered by Aurelio Lampredi’s short-lived larger take on the Ferrari V-12. The 212 carries a 2.6-liter version of the Gioacchino Colombo–designed engine, which bowed in the 125 and saw duty for more than 40 years.
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Mention the number 250 to a Ferrari enthusiast, and the models come fast and furious: SWB Berlinetta, GTO, Tour de France, Testa Rossa, and, of course, California Spider. The Cal Spider was available in both short- and long-wheelbase variants. It’s an SWB car that was so convincingly played by an MG in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But to some, its older brother—the long-wheelbase, Scaglietti-bodied variant—is the more Hollywood elegant of the pair.
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This 1959 model was originally delivered with metallic blue paint over beige upholstery, its Colombo V-12 making a reported 235 horsepower. It even has a connection to C/D. We tested this very car—still wearing its original paint—in the September 1959 issue of Sports Cars Illustrated, which, as our esteemed deceased readers may remember, was what we called our magazine back then. Not long thereafter, it was traded in for a short-wheelbase GT, and shortly after that, it was repainted red. Since then, it has been restored a number of times, had its color changed to black, and during its most recent restoration in 2011, was sprayed in the attractive Amaranto hue it wears today.
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In the latter half of the 1960s, the Colombo V-12 increased rapidly in displacement, growing from the 250’s 3.0 to the 365’s 4.4 liters. The big engine bowed first in the exceptionally rare 365 California Spider and sold most successfully in the 365GT two-plus-two, but it’s best remembered for its four-cam iteration, the mill that powered the 365GTB/4 Daytona. We found one sitting uncovered next to its short-lived sibling, the four-seat 365GTC/4.
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The Daytona competed in sports-car racing, looking both buff and exceptionally fetching in competizione guise. A knockoff version of the Spider variant (actually a McBurnie-crafted fiberglass body mated to a third-generation Corvette chassis) appeared as the hero car during the first two seasons of Michael Mann’s revolutionary Miami Vice. But most important to this publication, a Kirk F. White–owned example served as the steed that ferried Dan Gurney and our own Brock Yates across the country in 35 hours and 54 minutes during the 1971 running of the Cannonball Baker Sea-to-Shining-Sea Memorial Trophy Dash. Fifteen years ago, long before his employment at this publication, your author asked Yates whether a more affordable modern car, like a Chevrolet Camaro or a then-new Nissan 350Z, might do the job just as well. His exact words elude recollection, but the Assassin’s eyes went a bit starry as he explained his continued reverence for the old machine, emphatically noting that he’d happily drive the car cross country again.
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West Coast Ferrari distributor and casino magnate Bill Harrah reportedly hated the new 365 Berlinetta Boxer Enzo sent him. He loathed the mid-engined, flat-12–powered car so much that he returned it in exchange for a Daytona that had been sitting around Maranello. The burnt-orange car featured hot cams and rear wheels so wide that the factory added vestigial flares to the rear fenders, making the car a standout among standouts. The rumor goes that Harrah was once approached by a helicopter salesman, who sensibly suggested that air travel would make for a quicker trip between Harrah’s Reno and Tahoe casinos than making the schlep by road. Harrah told the poor sod that if the chopper was indeed faster than his Ferrari between the two points, he’d purchase one. There was supposedly a race. Harrah did not buy the helicopter. That car sold over the weekend at Monterey’s RM Sotheby’s auction for $687,500, which, if we’re frank, seems low.
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We wandered across the field, trying to pick out the year of Michael Schumacher’s F310B 1997 Formula 1 car without peeking at its accompanying placard, guessing at which cars sat under covers. We were chuffed when we picked out a 330GTS just by its silhouette under a gray sheet. One particular example of the open 330 remains this author’s personal favorite Ferrari, due to a chance encounter nine years ago. It’s a yellow car featuring a black top and a rare three-abreast seat swathed in blood-red leather, which was spotted outside the banquet hall after the Greenwich Concours d’Elegance. For some reason, just sitting there, surrounded by modern, mass-market Phantoms and Flying Spurs, the convertible from 1967 seemed defiant, radiant, and absolutely perfect in the Connecticut summer night.
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On the far side of the grass, wearing a similar hue to our beloved 330, sat a 288GTO, a car obsessed over by a certain subset of Ferrari nerds for its extreme take on Pininfarina’s beautiful 308GTB design. As iconic as is the 308 is to a generation who grew up watching Tom Selleck wheel a targa-topped GTS around Hawaii, the Dino 246GT’s successor wasn’t one of Maranello’s most stellar performers. Italian engineers weren’t immune to the plagues of the Malaise Era and were struggling to make power and shed weight in a new age of emissions control and more stringent safety regulations. Egged on by the madness of Group B competition in the 1980s, Ferrari turned the 308’s transverse V-8 90 degrees, lengthened the car to accommodate the new longitudinal drivetrain, and bolted a pair of turbos to the debored engine.
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Its bodywork was a hodgepodge of fiberglass, Kevlar, and carbon fiber; only the 308’s steel doors remained. The result, as was the case with many other Group B homologation specials of the era, was utterly nuts, but the Ferrari had no direct rival on the market when it arrived in 1984. What’s more, it never found itself in competition, due to the cancellation of the specification it was built to, and was ultimately overshadowed by its successor, the vaunted F40.
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If the 288 was a thorough rework of the 308, the F40 was an absolute perversion of the shape, as far removed from the 308’s sexed-up take on the 1970s wedge as its competitor for the hearts and minds of young boys in the late 1980s—the Porsche 959—was from a dowdy old 911. In short, if you were 11 years old in 1987, the F40 may as well have come from Mars as from Maranello.
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As with the 959, the F40’s roofline was about all that was left of its predecessors. And if the steel-tube frame underneath was decidedly retrograde tech, even for the day, one piece of the F40 heralded the future of mainline Ferrari road cars. As a 911 Turbo now carries a standard all-wheel-drive powertrain and liquid cooling, so does the 488GTB feature a longitudinally mounted twin-turbo V-8 under its rear glass. The F40 looked like no Ferrari before it, and no Ferrari since has carried its blend of brute purposefulness and Italian beauty quite so well. Perhaps only the track-special FXX K has come close. And unlike the 288, the F40 did see competition, albeit only in the hands of privateers.
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Its 12-cylinder successor, the F50, looks best under a red tarp. Though it’s often hailed as the progenitor of a series of top-line, limited-production Ferraris, the F40 truly marked the end of one era of Ferrari’s history, while the F50 heralded the dawn of another. The latter car is the direct forebear of the super Ferraris that have followed it, the Enzo of 2002 and the recent LaFerrari. In this class, beauty is secondary to purpose, and the purpose is to package everything conceivable that the company has learned from its F1 program into a roadgoing machine capable of going toe to toe with most anything the Volkswagen Group or McLaren can muster.
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Remember, however, that the F50 was ginned up during a time when the only real competition for such a machine was McLaren’s F1, which cost roughly twice as much as the Ferrari. Jaguar’s XJ220 had finished production in 1994, the year before the F50 bowed, and besides, Coventry’s high-speed entry in the supercar sweepstakes offered only a lowly V-6. The 959 was done, leaving the occasional-production 911 GT2 at the top of the line until Porsche’s Carrera GT arrived to do battle with the Enzo. The mid-engined 911 GT1 Straßenversion homologation special was so rare, it hardly counts. During instrumented testing, we found that the F40 largely outperformed its successor and that a pedestrian F355 could outbrake it. Nevertheless, the F50 remains a car of import, a herald of stupefying machines yet to come.
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Under the cover of darkness, wandering freely without throngs of gawkers to impede our view of the machinery, bench-racing cars we’ve only read about in books, we walked the fairway with Ferrari PR man Jeff Grossbard, discussing machines that our jobs occasionally afford us the opportunity to drive, even if the size of our paychecks precludes even considering their purchase. One can get cynical about the lofty perch the brand occupies, the wealth of many of the owners who care more about the prancing horse on the nose than the machinery underneath or the history that black stallion represents. But earlier in the week, the true import of the marque had made itself clear to us.
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Leaving the Inn at Spanish Bay in a blue 488 Spider, we felt a bit plebeian, preceded as we were in immediate departure by a LaFerrari and a Koenigssegg. In that company, the open 488 seemed about as impressive to the assembled gawkers as a Kia Cadenza. But out on Pebble Beach’s 17-Mile Drive, we’d stop among the throngs of tourists who weren’t necessarily in town for the Car Week hullabaloo. At one such pause along the edge of the Pacific, a retiring 13-year-old boy from London, still growing into his newfound height, cautiously approached, snapping pictures as if the Ferrari might be an unpredictable animal, one quick to flee or attack. His father sized us up warily, hoping his son wasn’t in for disappointment at the hand of a unsympathetic adult. We called out, “Hey, you wanna sit in it?” The kid’s face lit up, though he barely said a word. He removed his Adidas sandals before he stepped over the car’s high sill and proceeded to sit silently in the 488’s driver’s seat for probably 15 minutes, taking in the angles of the dash, the purposeful little red-anodized manettino on the steering wheel, the large carbon shift paddles, lost utterly in the dreams that schoolboys dream.
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The best thing about a Ferrari—and, by extension, the best thing about communing with 70 of the things at night on an empty fairway—is that it taps in to that sense of awe and wonder that so often gets swept away in the mundanity of adulthood. Whether the first car to captivate you was a 250 Lusso, a 308GTS, or, yes, even an F50, the most wonderful thing about a Ferrari is merely that it exists in the world; that for 70 years these cars have fueled the dreams of generations of children as well as the inner children of many an adult. The racing victories are part of it, surely, as are the legends of men like Chinetti and Lauda, Harrah and Colombo. As is the purple ink that flowed from Il Commendatore’s pen. But to hear a 250 Testa Rossa light off, to catch a glimpse of a 308 on the street, to have the chance, as a kid, just to sit in one of the damn things and drink in the feeling, that’s a good 90 percent of the joy of the marque. The last 10 percent is reserved for owners, and we’re awfully glad the owners of these 70 cars chose to share.
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At Dark among the Prancing Horses: We Wander a Field of 70 Historic Ferraris
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At 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, it’s curiously quiet just up the road from the Lodge at Pebble Beach, which in a few hours will become the teeming locus of this year’s Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance. Crews are undoubtedly scurrying to finish up preparations ahead of the moment the first automobiles will roll onto the lawn, just eight hours from now, but over on the 17th fairway, it’s practically silent. Seventy Ferraris sit, most of them covered, some by plastic sheeting, some under custom-fitted covers. And we’re just wandering around, taking them in, alone, under the high Monterey fog.
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We’d been invited down to the grass by Ferrari North America public relations representative and photographer Michael Shaffer, who’d recently taken an interest in light painting and wanted to try it out on some of the historic cars the storied Italian concern had assembled to honor its 70th anniversary. The affable Shaffer, one of the most beloved characters on the international press-junket circuit, is the lens behind plenty of the photos you see credited to “the Manufacturer” in automotive publications. Although he lends his talents to numerous clients, he’s a dyed-in-the-wool member of the tifosi, and he was perhaps even more thrilled than we were to be out among the cars, left alone in darkness to capture their significant forms.
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As far as significance goes, the 212 [above right] pales a bit between the first 125 of 1947 and the series of 250-badged cars that defined Ferrari from the late 1950s well into the ’60s. In contrast to the cars that followed but like its predecessors, the 212 carried a stumpy and pugnacious mien. Younger fans of the marque might find it a bit stodgy; it’s admittedly a car this author has grown to love only as he hit middle age.
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This particular example, a 1951 212 Inter, was the oldest car on the field, exemplifying Ferrari a mere four years into its existence. Despite its civilized demeanor, courtesy of the Giovanni Michelotti–penned Vignale body, it’s got legit motorsport cred. In 1951, Ferrari entered this car in the deadly and grueling Carrera Panamericana. Driven by Pierro Taruffi and Luigi Chinetti, the latter of whom would wind up as Ferrari’s very influential North American importer, this little Inter (distinguished from the 212 Export by its longer wheelbase) won the whole shebang. A second Inter, piloted by Alberto Ascari and Luigi Villoresi, would place second. In honor of the victory, Ferrari produced the 340 Mexico the following year, powered by Aurelio Lampredi’s short-lived larger take on the Ferrari V-12. The 212 carries a 2.6-liter version of the Gioacchino Colombo–designed engine, which bowed in the 125 and saw duty for more than 40 years.
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Mention the number 250 to a Ferrari enthusiast, and the models come fast and furious: SWB Berlinetta, GTO, Tour de France, Testa Rossa, and, of course, California Spider. The Cal Spider was available in both short- and long-wheelbase variants. It’s an SWB car that was so convincingly played by an MG in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But to some, its older brother—the long-wheelbase, Scaglietti-bodied variant—is the more Hollywood elegant of the pair.
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This 1959 model was originally delivered with metallic blue paint over beige upholstery, its Colombo V-12 making a reported 235 horsepower. It even has a connection to C/D. We tested this very car—still wearing its original paint—in the September 1959 issue of Sports Cars Illustrated, which, as our esteemed deceased readers may remember, was what we called our magazine back then. Not long thereafter, it was traded in for a short-wheelbase GT, and shortly after that, it was repainted red. Since then, it has been restored a number of times, had its color changed to black, and during its most recent restoration in 2011, was sprayed in the attractive Amaranto hue it wears today.
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In the latter half of the 1960s, the Colombo V-12 increased rapidly in displacement, growing from the 250’s 3.0 to the 365’s 4.4 liters. The big engine bowed first in the exceptionally rare 365 California Spider and sold most successfully in the 365GT two-plus-two, but it’s best remembered for its four-cam iteration, the mill that powered the 365GTB/4 Daytona. We found one sitting uncovered next to its short-lived sibling, the four-seat 365GTC/4.
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The Daytona competed in sports-car racing, looking both buff and exceptionally fetching in competizione guise. A knockoff version of the Spider variant (actually a McBurnie-crafted fiberglass body mated to a third-generation Corvette chassis) appeared as the hero car during the first two seasons of Michael Mann’s revolutionary Miami Vice. But most important to this publication, a Kirk F. White–owned example served as the steed that ferried Dan Gurney and our own Brock Yates across the country in 35 hours and 54 minutes during the 1971 running of the Cannonball Baker Sea-to-Shining-Sea Memorial Trophy Dash. Fifteen years ago, long before his employment at this publication, your author asked Yates whether a more affordable modern car, like a Chevrolet Camaro or a then-new Nissan 350Z, might do the job just as well. His exact words elude recollection, but the Assassin’s eyes went a bit starry as he explained his continued reverence for the old machine, emphatically noting that he’d happily drive the car cross country again.
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West Coast Ferrari distributor and casino magnate Bill Harrah reportedly hated the new 365 Berlinetta Boxer Enzo sent him. He loathed the mid-engined, flat-12–powered car so much that he returned it in exchange for a Daytona that had been sitting around Maranello. The burnt-orange car featured hot cams and rear wheels so wide that the factory added vestigial flares to the rear fenders, making the car a standout among standouts. The rumor goes that Harrah was once approached by a helicopter salesman, who sensibly suggested that air travel would make for a quicker trip between Harrah’s Reno and Tahoe casinos than making the schlep by road. Harrah told the poor sod that if the chopper was indeed faster than his Ferrari between the two points, he’d purchase one. There was supposedly a race. Harrah did not buy the helicopter. That car sold over the weekend at Monterey’s RM Sotheby’s auction for $687,500, which, if we’re frank, seems low.
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We wandered across the field, trying to pick out the year of Michael Schumacher’s F310B 1997 Formula 1 car without peeking at its accompanying placard, guessing at which cars sat under covers. We were chuffed when we picked out a 330GTS just by its silhouette under a gray sheet. One particular example of the open 330 remains this author’s personal favorite Ferrari, due to a chance encounter nine years ago. It’s a yellow car featuring a black top and a rare three-abreast seat swathed in blood-red leather, which was spotted outside the banquet hall after the Greenwich Concours d’Elegance. For some reason, just sitting there, surrounded by modern, mass-market Phantoms and Flying Spurs, the convertible from 1967 seemed defiant, radiant, and absolutely perfect in the Connecticut summer night.
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On the far side of the grass, wearing a similar hue to our beloved 330, sat a 288GTO, a car obsessed over by a certain subset of Ferrari nerds for its extreme take on Pininfarina’s beautiful 308GTB design. As iconic as is the 308 is to a generation who grew up watching Tom Selleck wheel a targa-topped GTS around Hawaii, the Dino 246GT’s successor wasn’t one of Maranello’s most stellar performers. Italian engineers weren’t immune to the plagues of the Malaise Era and were struggling to make power and shed weight in a new age of emissions control and more stringent safety regulations. Egged on by the madness of Group B competition in the 1980s, Ferrari turned the 308’s transverse V-8 90 degrees, lengthened the car to accommodate the new longitudinal drivetrain, and bolted a pair of turbos to the debored engine.
–
Its bodywork was a hodgepodge of fiberglass, Kevlar, and carbon fiber; only the 308’s steel doors remained. The result, as was the case with many other Group B homologation specials of the era, was utterly nuts, but the Ferrari had no direct rival on the market when it arrived in 1984. What’s more, it never found itself in competition, due to the cancellation of the specification it was built to, and was ultimately overshadowed by its successor, the vaunted F40.
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If the 288 was a thorough rework of the 308, the F40 was an absolute perversion of the shape, as far removed from the 308’s sexed-up take on the 1970s wedge as its competitor for the hearts and minds of young boys in the late 1980s—the Porsche 959—was from a dowdy old 911. In short, if you were 11 years old in 1987, the F40 may as well have come from Mars as from Maranello.
–
As with the 959, the F40’s roofline was about all that was left of its predecessors. And if the steel-tube frame underneath was decidedly retrograde tech, even for the day, one piece of the F40 heralded the future of mainline Ferrari road cars. As a 911 Turbo now carries a standard all-wheel-drive powertrain and liquid cooling, so does the 488GTB feature a longitudinally mounted twin-turbo V-8 under its rear glass. The F40 looked like no Ferrari before it, and no Ferrari since has carried its blend of brute purposefulness and Italian beauty quite so well. Perhaps only the track-special FXX K has come close. And unlike the 288, the F40 did see competition, albeit only in the hands of privateers.
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Its 12-cylinder successor, the F50, looks best under a red tarp. Though it’s often hailed as the progenitor of a series of top-line, limited-production Ferraris, the F40 truly marked the end of one era of Ferrari’s history, while the F50 heralded the dawn of another. The latter car is the direct forebear of the super Ferraris that have followed it, the Enzo of 2002 and the recent LaFerrari. In this class, beauty is secondary to purpose, and the purpose is to package everything conceivable that the company has learned from its F1 program into a roadgoing machine capable of going toe to toe with most anything the Volkswagen Group or McLaren can muster.
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Remember, however, that the F50 was ginned up during a time when the only real competition for such a machine was McLaren’s F1, which cost roughly twice as much as the Ferrari. Jaguar’s XJ220 had finished production in 1994, the year before the F50 bowed, and besides, Coventry’s high-speed entry in the supercar sweepstakes offered only a lowly V-6. The 959 was done, leaving the occasional-production 911 GT2 at the top of the line until Porsche’s Carrera GT arrived to do battle with the Enzo. The mid-engined 911 GT1 Straßenversion homologation special was so rare, it hardly counts. During instrumented testing, we found that the F40 largely outperformed its successor and that a pedestrian F355 could outbrake it. Nevertheless, the F50 remains a car of import, a herald of stupefying machines yet to come.
–
Under the cover of darkness, wandering freely without throngs of gawkers to impede our view of the machinery, bench-racing cars we’ve only read about in books, we walked the fairway with Ferrari PR man Jeff Grossbard, discussing machines that our jobs occasionally afford us the opportunity to drive, even if the size of our paychecks precludes even considering their purchase. One can get cynical about the lofty perch the brand occupies, the wealth of many of the owners who care more about the prancing horse on the nose than the machinery underneath or the history that black stallion represents. But earlier in the week, the true import of the marque had made itself clear to us.
–
Leaving the Inn at Spanish Bay in a blue 488 Spider, we felt a bit plebeian, preceded as we were in immediate departure by a LaFerrari and a Koenigssegg. In that company, the open 488 seemed about as impressive to the assembled gawkers as a Kia Cadenza. But out on Pebble Beach’s 17-Mile Drive, we’d stop among the throngs of tourists who weren’t necessarily in town for the Car Week hullabaloo. At one such pause along the edge of the Pacific, a retiring 13-year-old boy from London, still growing into his newfound height, cautiously approached, snapping pictures as if the Ferrari might be an unpredictable animal, one quick to flee or attack. His father sized us up warily, hoping his son wasn’t in for disappointment at the hand of a unsympathetic adult. We called out, “Hey, you wanna sit in it?” The kid’s face lit up, though he barely said a word. He removed his Adidas sandals before he stepped over the car’s high sill and proceeded to sit silently in the 488’s driver’s seat for probably 15 minutes, taking in the angles of the dash, the purposeful little red-anodized manettino on the steering wheel, the large carbon shift paddles, lost utterly in the dreams that schoolboys dream.
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At Dark among the Prancing Horses: We Wander a Field of 70 Historic Ferraris
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At 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, it’s curiously quiet just up the road from the Lodge at Pebble Beach, which in a few hours will become the teeming locus of this year’s Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance. Crews are undoubtedly scurrying to finish up preparations ahead of the moment the first automobiles will roll onto the lawn, just eight hours from now, but over on the 17th fairway, it’s practically silent. Seventy Ferraris sit, most of them covered, some by plastic sheeting, some under custom-fitted covers. And we’re just wandering around, taking them in, alone, under the high Monterey fog.
-
We’d been invited down to the grass by Ferrari North America public relations representative and photographer Michael Shaffer, who’d recently taken an interest in light painting and wanted to try it out on some of the historic cars the storied Italian concern had assembled to honor its 70th anniversary. The affable Shaffer, one of the most beloved characters on the international press-junket circuit, is the lens behind plenty of the photos you see credited to “the Manufacturer” in automotive publications. Although he lends his talents to numerous clients, he’s a dyed-in-the-wool member of the tifosi, and he was perhaps even more thrilled than we were to be out among the cars, left alone in darkness to capture their significant forms.
-
-
As far as significance goes, the 212 [above right] pales a bit between the first 125 of 1947 and the series of 250-badged cars that defined Ferrari from the late 1950s well into the ’60s. In contrast to the cars that followed but like its predecessors, the 212 carried a stumpy and pugnacious mien. Younger fans of the marque might find it a bit stodgy; it’s admittedly a car this author has grown to love only as he hit middle age.
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This particular example, a 1951 212 Inter, was the oldest car on the field, exemplifying Ferrari a mere four years into its existence. Despite its civilized demeanor, courtesy of the Giovanni Michelotti–penned Vignale body, it’s got legit motorsport cred. In 1951, Ferrari entered this car in the deadly and grueling Carrera Panamericana. Driven by Pierro Taruffi and Luigi Chinetti, the latter of whom would wind up as Ferrari’s very influential North American importer, this little Inter (distinguished from the 212 Export by its longer wheelbase) won the whole shebang. A second Inter, piloted by Alberto Ascari and Luigi Villoresi, would place second. In honor of the victory, Ferrari produced the 340 Mexico the following year, powered by Aurelio Lampredi’s short-lived larger take on the Ferrari V-12. The 212 carries a 2.6-liter version of the Gioacchino Colombo–designed engine, which bowed in the 125 and saw duty for more than 40 years.
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Mention the number 250 to a Ferrari enthusiast, and the models come fast and furious: SWB Berlinetta, GTO, Tour de France, Testa Rossa, and, of course, California Spider. The Cal Spider was available in both short- and long-wheelbase variants. It’s an SWB car that was so convincingly played by an MG in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But to some, its older brother—the long-wheelbase, Scaglietti-bodied variant—is the more Hollywood elegant of the pair.
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This 1959 model was originally delivered with metallic blue paint over beige upholstery, its Colombo V-12 making a reported 235 horsepower. It even has a connection to C/D. We tested this very car—still wearing its original paint—in the September 1959 issue of Sports Cars Illustrated, which, as our esteemed deceased readers may remember, was what we called our magazine back then. Not long thereafter, it was traded in for a short-wheelbase GT, and shortly after that, it was repainted red. Since then, it has been restored a number of times, had its color changed to black, and during its most recent restoration in 2011, was sprayed in the attractive Amaranto hue it wears today.
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In the latter half of the 1960s, the Colombo V-12 increased rapidly in displacement, growing from the 250’s 3.0 to the 365’s 4.4 liters. The big engine bowed first in the exceptionally rare 365 California Spider and sold most successfully in the 365GT two-plus-two, but it’s best remembered for its four-cam iteration, the mill that powered the 365GTB/4 Daytona. We found one sitting uncovered next to its short-lived sibling, the four-seat 365GTC/4.
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The Daytona competed in sports-car racing, looking both buff and exceptionally fetching in competizione guise. A knockoff version of the Spider variant (actually a McBurnie-crafted fiberglass body mated to a third-generation Corvette chassis) appeared as the hero car during the first two seasons of Michael Mann’s revolutionary Miami Vice. But most important to this publication, a Kirk F. White–owned example served as the steed that ferried Dan Gurney and our own Brock Yates across the country in 35 hours and 54 minutes during the 1971 running of the Cannonball Baker Sea-to-Shining-Sea Memorial Trophy Dash. Fifteen years ago, long before his employment at this publication, your author asked Yates whether a more affordable modern car, like a Chevrolet Camaro or a then-new Nissan 350Z, might do the job just as well. His exact words elude recollection, but the Assassin’s eyes went a bit starry as he explained his continued reverence for the old machine, emphatically noting that he’d happily drive the car cross country again.
-
West Coast Ferrari distributor and casino magnate Bill Harrah reportedly hated the new 365 Berlinetta Boxer Enzo sent him. He loathed the mid-engined, flat-12–powered car so much that he returned it in exchange for a Daytona that had been sitting around Maranello. The burnt-orange car featured hot cams and rear wheels so wide that the factory added vestigial flares to the rear fenders, making the car a standout among standouts. The rumor goes that Harrah was once approached by a helicopter salesman, who sensibly suggested that air travel would make for a quicker trip between Harrah’s Reno and Tahoe casinos than making the schlep by road. Harrah told the poor sod that if the chopper was indeed faster than his Ferrari between the two points, he’d purchase one. There was supposedly a race. Harrah did not buy the helicopter. That car sold over the weekend at Monterey’s RM Sotheby’s auction for $687,500, which, if we’re frank, seems low.
-
We wandered across the field, trying to pick out the year of Michael Schumacher’s F310B 1997 Formula 1 car without peeking at its accompanying placard, guessing at which cars sat under covers. We were chuffed when we picked out a 330GTS just by its silhouette under a gray sheet. One particular example of the open 330 remains this author’s personal favorite Ferrari, due to a chance encounter nine years ago. It’s a yellow car featuring a black top and a rare three-abreast seat swathed in blood-red leather, which was spotted outside the banquet hall after the Greenwich Concours d’Elegance. For some reason, just sitting there, surrounded by modern, mass-market Phantoms and Flying Spurs, the convertible from 1967 seemed defiant, radiant, and absolutely perfect in the Connecticut summer night.
-
-
On the far side of the grass, wearing a similar hue to our beloved 330, sat a 288GTO, a car obsessed over by a certain subset of Ferrari nerds for its extreme take on Pininfarina’s beautiful 308GTB design. As iconic as is the 308 is to a generation who grew up watching Tom Selleck wheel a targa-topped GTS around Hawaii, the Dino 246GT’s successor wasn’t one of Maranello’s most stellar performers. Italian engineers weren’t immune to the plagues of the Malaise Era and were struggling to make power and shed weight in a new age of emissions control and more stringent safety regulations. Egged on by the madness of Group B competition in the 1980s, Ferrari turned the 308’s transverse V-8 90 degrees, lengthened the car to accommodate the new longitudinal drivetrain, and bolted a pair of turbos to the debored engine.
-
Its bodywork was a hodgepodge of fiberglass, Kevlar, and carbon fiber; only the 308’s steel doors remained. The result, as was the case with many other Group B homologation specials of the era, was utterly nuts, but the Ferrari had no direct rival on the market when it arrived in 1984. What’s more, it never found itself in competition, due to the cancellation of the specification it was built to, and was ultimately overshadowed by its successor, the vaunted F40.
-
-
If the 288 was a thorough rework of the 308, the F40 was an absolute perversion of the shape, as far removed from the 308’s sexed-up take on the 1970s wedge as its competitor for the hearts and minds of young boys in the late 1980s—the Porsche 959—was from a dowdy old 911. In short, if you were 11 years old in 1987, the F40 may as well have come from Mars as from Maranello.
-
As with the 959, the F40’s roofline was about all that was left of its predecessors. And if the steel-tube frame underneath was decidedly retrograde tech, even for the day, one piece of the F40 heralded the future of mainline Ferrari road cars. As a 911 Turbo now carries a standard all-wheel-drive powertrain and liquid cooling, so does the 488GTB feature a longitudinally mounted twin-turbo V-8 under its rear glass. The F40 looked like no Ferrari before it, and no Ferrari since has carried its blend of brute purposefulness and Italian beauty quite so well. Perhaps only the track-special FXX K has come close. And unlike the 288, the F40 did see competition, albeit only in the hands of privateers.
-
-
Its 12-cylinder successor, the F50, looks best under a red tarp. Though it’s often hailed as the progenitor of a series of top-line, limited-production Ferraris, the F40 truly marked the end of one era of Ferrari’s history, while the F50 heralded the dawn of another. The latter car is the direct forebear of the super Ferraris that have followed it, the Enzo of 2002 and the recent LaFerrari. In this class, beauty is secondary to purpose, and the purpose is to package everything conceivable that the company has learned from its F1 program into a roadgoing machine capable of going toe to toe with most anything the Volkswagen Group or McLaren can muster.
-
Remember, however, that the F50 was ginned up during a time when the only real competition for such a machine was McLaren’s F1, which cost roughly twice as much as the Ferrari. Jaguar’s XJ220 had finished production in 1994, the year before the F50 bowed, and besides, Coventry’s high-speed entry in the supercar sweepstakes offered only a lowly V-6. The 959 was done, leaving the occasional-production 911 GT2 at the top of the line until Porsche’s Carrera GT arrived to do battle with the Enzo. The mid-engined 911 GT1 Straßenversion homologation special was so rare, it hardly counts. During instrumented testing, we found that the F40 largely outperformed its successor and that a pedestrian F355 could outbrake it. Nevertheless, the F50 remains a car of import, a herald of stupefying machines yet to come.
-
Under the cover of darkness, wandering freely without throngs of gawkers to impede our view of the machinery, bench-racing cars we’ve only read about in books, we walked the fairway with Ferrari PR man Jeff Grossbard, discussing machines that our jobs occasionally afford us the opportunity to drive, even if the size of our paychecks precludes even considering their purchase. One can get cynical about the lofty perch the brand occupies, the wealth of many of the owners who care more about the prancing horse on the nose than the machinery underneath or the history that black stallion represents. But earlier in the week, the true import of the marque had made itself clear to us.
-
Leaving the Inn at Spanish Bay in a blue 488 Spider, we felt a bit plebeian, preceded as we were in immediate departure by a LaFerrari and a Koenigssegg. In that company, the open 488 seemed about as impressive to the assembled gawkers as a Kia Cadenza. But out on Pebble Beach’s 17-Mile Drive, we’d stop among the throngs of tourists who weren’t necessarily in town for the Car Week hullabaloo. At one such pause along the edge of the Pacific, a retiring 13-year-old boy from London, still growing into his newfound height, cautiously approached, snapping pictures as if the Ferrari might be an unpredictable animal, one quick to flee or attack. His father sized us up warily, hoping his son wasn’t in for disappointment at the hand of a unsympathetic adult. We called out, “Hey, you wanna sit in it?” The kid’s face lit up, though he barely said a word. He removed his Adidas sandals before he stepped over the car’s high sill and proceeded to sit silently in the 488’s driver’s seat for probably 15 minutes, taking in the angles of the dash, the purposeful little red-anodized manettino on the steering wheel, the large carbon shift paddles, lost utterly in the dreams that schoolboys dream.
-
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At 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, it’s curiously quiet just up the road from the Lodge at Pebble Beach, which in a few hours will become the teeming locus of this year’s Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance. Crews are undoubtedly scurrying to finish up preparations ahead of the moment the first automobiles will roll onto the lawn, just eight hours from now, but over on the 17th fairway, it’s practically silent. Seventy Ferraris sit, most of them covered, some by plastic sheeting, some under custom-fitted covers. And we’re just wandering around, taking them in, alone, under the high Monterey fog.
–
We’d been invited down to the grass by Ferrari North America public relations representative and photographer Michael Shaffer, who’d recently taken an interest in light painting and wanted to try it out on some of the historic cars the storied Italian concern had assembled to honor its 70th anniversary. The affable Shaffer, one of the most beloved characters on the international press-junket circuit, is the lens behind plenty of the photos you see credited to “the Manufacturer” in automotive publications. Although he lends his talents to numerous clients, he’s a dyed-in-the-wool member of the tifosi, and he was perhaps even more thrilled than we were to be out among the cars, left alone in darkness to capture their significant forms.
–
–
As far as significance goes, the 212 [above right] pales a bit between the first 125 of 1947 and the series of 250-badged cars that defined Ferrari from the late 1950s well into the ’60s. In contrast to the cars that followed but like its predecessors, the 212 carried a stumpy and pugnacious mien. Younger fans of the marque might find it a bit stodgy; it’s admittedly a car this author has grown to love only as he hit middle age.
–
This particular example, a 1951 212 Inter, was the oldest car on the field, exemplifying Ferrari a mere four years into its existence. Despite its civilized demeanor, courtesy of the Giovanni Michelotti–penned Vignale body, it’s got legit motorsport cred. In 1951, Ferrari entered this car in the deadly and grueling Carrera Panamericana. Driven by Pierro Taruffi and Luigi Chinetti, the latter of whom would wind up as Ferrari’s very influential North American importer, this little Inter (distinguished from the 212 Export by its longer wheelbase) won the whole shebang. A second Inter, piloted by Alberto Ascari and Luigi Villoresi, would place second. In honor of the victory, Ferrari produced the 340 Mexico the following year, powered by Aurelio Lampredi’s short-lived larger take on the Ferrari V-12. The 212 carries a 2.6-liter version of the Gioacchino Colombo–designed engine, which bowed in the 125 and saw duty for more than 40 years.
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Mention the number 250 to a Ferrari enthusiast, and the models come fast and furious: SWB Berlinetta, GTO, Tour de France, Testa Rossa, and, of course, California Spider. The Cal Spider was available in both short- and long-wheelbase variants. It’s an SWB car that was so convincingly played by an MG in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But to some, its older brother—the long-wheelbase, Scaglietti-bodied variant—is the more Hollywood elegant of the pair.
–
This 1959 model was originally delivered with metallic blue paint over beige upholstery, its Colombo V-12 making a reported 235 horsepower. It even has a connection to C/D. We tested this very car—still wearing its original paint—in the September 1959 issue of Sports Cars Illustrated, which, as our esteemed deceased readers may remember, was what we called our magazine back then. Not long thereafter, it was traded in for a short-wheelbase GT, and shortly after that, it was repainted red. Since then, it has been restored a number of times, had its color changed to black, and during its most recent restoration in 2011, was sprayed in the attractive Amaranto hue it wears today.
–
–
In the latter half of the 1960s, the Colombo V-12 increased rapidly in displacement, growing from the 250’s 3.0 to the 365’s 4.4 liters. The big engine bowed first in the exceptionally rare 365 California Spider and sold most successfully in the 365GT two-plus-two, but it’s best remembered for its four-cam iteration, the mill that powered the 365GTB/4 Daytona. We found one sitting uncovered next to its short-lived sibling, the four-seat 365GTC/4.
–
The Daytona competed in sports-car racing, looking both buff and exceptionally fetching in competizione guise. A knockoff version of the Spider variant (actually a McBurnie-crafted fiberglass body mated to a third-generation Corvette chassis) appeared as the hero car during the first two seasons of Michael Mann’s revolutionary Miami Vice. But most important to this publication, a Kirk F. White–owned example served as the steed that ferried Dan Gurney and our own Brock Yates across the country in 35 hours and 54 minutes during the 1971 running of the Cannonball Baker Sea-to-Shining-Sea Memorial Trophy Dash. Fifteen years ago, long before his employment at this publication, your author asked Yates whether a more affordable modern car, like a Chevrolet Camaro or a then-new Nissan 350Z, might do the job just as well. His exact words elude recollection, but the Assassin’s eyes went a bit starry as he explained his continued reverence for the old machine, emphatically noting that he’d happily drive the car cross country again.
–
West Coast Ferrari distributor and casino magnate Bill Harrah reportedly hated the new 365 Berlinetta Boxer Enzo sent him. He loathed the mid-engined, flat-12–powered car so much that he returned it in exchange for a Daytona that had been sitting around Maranello. The burnt-orange car featured hot cams and rear wheels so wide that the factory added vestigial flares to the rear fenders, making the car a standout among standouts. The rumor goes that Harrah was once approached by a helicopter salesman, who sensibly suggested that air travel would make for a quicker trip between Harrah’s Reno and Tahoe casinos than making the schlep by road. Harrah told the poor sod that if the chopper was indeed faster than his Ferrari between the two points, he’d purchase one. There was supposedly a race. Harrah did not buy the helicopter. That car sold over the weekend at Monterey’s RM Sotheby’s auction for $687,500, which, if we’re frank, seems low.
–
We wandered across the field, trying to pick out the year of Michael Schumacher’s F310B 1997 Formula 1 car without peeking at its accompanying placard, guessing at which cars sat under covers. We were chuffed when we picked out a 330GTS just by its silhouette under a gray sheet. One particular example of the open 330 remains this author’s personal favorite Ferrari, due to a chance encounter nine years ago. It’s a yellow car featuring a black top and a rare three-abreast seat swathed in blood-red leather, which was spotted outside the banquet hall after the Greenwich Concours d’Elegance. For some reason, just sitting there, surrounded by modern, mass-market Phantoms and Flying Spurs, the convertible from 1967 seemed defiant, radiant, and absolutely perfect in the Connecticut summer night.
–
–
On the far side of the grass, wearing a similar hue to our beloved 330, sat a 288GTO, a car obsessed over by a certain subset of Ferrari nerds for its extreme take on Pininfarina’s beautiful 308GTB design. As iconic as is the 308 is to a generation who grew up watching Tom Selleck wheel a targa-topped GTS around Hawaii, the Dino 246GT’s successor wasn’t one of Maranello’s most stellar performers. Italian engineers weren’t immune to the plagues of the Malaise Era and were struggling to make power and shed weight in a new age of emissions control and more stringent safety regulations. Egged on by the madness of Group B competition in the 1980s, Ferrari turned the 308’s transverse V-8 90 degrees, lengthened the car to accommodate the new longitudinal drivetrain, and bolted a pair of turbos to the debored engine.
–
Its bodywork was a hodgepodge of fiberglass, Kevlar, and carbon fiber; only the 308’s steel doors remained. The result, as was the case with many other Group B homologation specials of the era, was utterly nuts, but the Ferrari had no direct rival on the market when it arrived in 1984. What’s more, it never found itself in competition, due to the cancellation of the specification it was built to, and was ultimately overshadowed by its successor, the vaunted F40.
–
–
If the 288 was a thorough rework of the 308, the F40 was an absolute perversion of the shape, as far removed from the 308’s sexed-up take on the 1970s wedge as its competitor for the hearts and minds of young boys in the late 1980s—the Porsche 959—was from a dowdy old 911. In short, if you were 11 years old in 1987, the F40 may as well have come from Mars as from Maranello.
–
As with the 959, the F40’s roofline was about all that was left of its predecessors. And if the steel-tube frame underneath was decidedly retrograde tech, even for the day, one piece of the F40 heralded the future of mainline Ferrari road cars. As a 911 Turbo now carries a standard all-wheel-drive powertrain and liquid cooling, so does the 488GTB feature a longitudinally mounted twin-turbo V-8 under its rear glass. The F40 looked like no Ferrari before it, and no Ferrari since has carried its blend of brute purposefulness and Italian beauty quite so well. Perhaps only the track-special FXX K has come close. And unlike the 288, the F40 did see competition, albeit only in the hands of privateers.
–
–
Its 12-cylinder successor, the F50, looks best under a red tarp. Though it’s often hailed as the progenitor of a series of top-line, limited-production Ferraris, the F40 truly marked the end of one era of Ferrari’s history, while the F50 heralded the dawn of another. The latter car is the direct forebear of the super Ferraris that have followed it, the Enzo of 2002 and the recent LaFerrari. In this class, beauty is secondary to purpose, and the purpose is to package everything conceivable that the company has learned from its F1 program into a roadgoing machine capable of going toe to toe with most anything the Volkswagen Group or McLaren can muster.
–
Remember, however, that the F50 was ginned up during a time when the only real competition for such a machine was McLaren’s F1, which cost roughly twice as much as the Ferrari. Jaguar’s XJ220 had finished production in 1994, the year before the F50 bowed, and besides, Coventry’s high-speed entry in the supercar sweepstakes offered only a lowly V-6. The 959 was done, leaving the occasional-production 911 GT2 at the top of the line until Porsche’s Carrera GT arrived to do battle with the Enzo. The mid-engined 911 GT1 Straßenversion homologation special was so rare, it hardly counts. During instrumented testing, we found that the F40 largely outperformed its successor and that a pedestrian F355 could outbrake it. Nevertheless, the F50 remains a car of import, a herald of stupefying machines yet to come.
–
Under the cover of darkness, wandering freely without throngs of gawkers to impede our view of the machinery, bench-racing cars we’ve only read about in books, we walked the fairway with Ferrari PR man Jeff Grossbard, discussing machines that our jobs occasionally afford us the opportunity to drive, even if the size of our paychecks precludes even considering their purchase. One can get cynical about the lofty perch the brand occupies, the wealth of many of the owners who care more about the prancing horse on the nose than the machinery underneath or the history that black stallion represents. But earlier in the week, the true import of the marque had made itself clear to us.
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Leaving the Inn at Spanish Bay in a blue 488 Spider, we felt a bit plebeian, preceded as we were in immediate departure by a LaFerrari and a Koenigssegg. In that company, the open 488 seemed about as impressive to the assembled gawkers as a Kia Cadenza. But out on Pebble Beach’s 17-Mile Drive, we’d stop among the throngs of tourists who weren’t necessarily in town for the Car Week hullabaloo. At one such pause along the edge of the Pacific, a retiring 13-year-old boy from London, still growing into his newfound height, cautiously approached, snapping pictures as if the Ferrari might be an unpredictable animal, one quick to flee or attack. His father sized us up warily, hoping his son wasn’t in for disappointment at the hand of a unsympathetic adult. We called out, “Hey, you wanna sit in it?” The kid’s face lit up, though he barely said a word. He removed his Adidas sandals before he stepped over the car’s high sill and proceeded to sit silently in the 488’s driver’s seat for probably 15 minutes, taking in the angles of the dash, the purposeful little red-anodized manettino on the steering wheel, the large carbon shift paddles, lost utterly in the dreams that schoolboys dream.
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At Dark among the Prancing Horses: We Wander a Field of 70 Historic Ferraris
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At 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, it’s curiously quiet just up the road from the Lodge at Pebble Beach, which in a few hours will become the teeming locus of this year’s Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance. Crews are undoubtedly scurrying to finish up preparations ahead of the moment the first automobiles will roll onto the lawn, just eight hours from now, but over on the 17th fairway, it’s practically silent. Seventy Ferraris sit, most of them covered, some by plastic sheeting, some under custom-fitted covers. And we’re just wandering around, taking them in, alone, under the high Monterey fog.
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We’d been invited down to the grass by Ferrari North America public relations representative and photographer Michael Shaffer, who’d recently taken an interest in light painting and wanted to try it out on some of the historic cars the storied Italian concern had assembled to honor its 70th anniversary. The affable Shaffer, one of the most beloved characters on the international press-junket circuit, is the lens behind plenty of the photos you see credited to “the Manufacturer” in automotive publications. Although he lends his talents to numerous clients, he’s a dyed-in-the-wool member of the tifosi, and he was perhaps even more thrilled than we were to be out among the cars, left alone in darkness to capture their significant forms.
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As far as significance goes, the 212 [above right] pales a bit between the first 125 of 1947 and the series of 250-badged cars that defined Ferrari from the late 1950s well into the ’60s. In contrast to the cars that followed but like its predecessors, the 212 carried a stumpy and pugnacious mien. Younger fans of the marque might find it a bit stodgy; it’s admittedly a car this author has grown to love only as he hit middle age.
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This particular example, a 1951 212 Inter, was the oldest car on the field, exemplifying Ferrari a mere four years into its existence. Despite its civilized demeanor, courtesy of the Giovanni Michelotti–penned Vignale body, it’s got legit motorsport cred. In 1951, Ferrari entered this car in the deadly and grueling Carrera Panamericana. Driven by Pierro Taruffi and Luigi Chinetti, the latter of whom would wind up as Ferrari’s very influential North American importer, this little Inter (distinguished from the 212 Export by its longer wheelbase) won the whole shebang. A second Inter, piloted by Alberto Ascari and Luigi Villoresi, would place second. In honor of the victory, Ferrari produced the 340 Mexico the following year, powered by Aurelio Lampredi’s short-lived larger take on the Ferrari V-12. The 212 carries a 2.6-liter version of the Gioacchino Colombo–designed engine, which bowed in the 125 and saw duty for more than 40 years.
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Mention the number 250 to a Ferrari enthusiast, and the models come fast and furious: SWB Berlinetta, GTO, Tour de France, Testa Rossa, and, of course, California Spider. The Cal Spider was available in both short- and long-wheelbase variants. It’s an SWB car that was so convincingly played by an MG in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But to some, its older brother—the long-wheelbase, Scaglietti-bodied variant—is the more Hollywood elegant of the pair.
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This 1959 model was originally delivered with metallic blue paint over beige upholstery, its Colombo V-12 making a reported 235 horsepower. It even has a connection to C/D. We tested this very car—still wearing its original paint—in the September 1959 issue of Sports Cars Illustrated, which, as our esteemed deceased readers may remember, was what we called our magazine back then. Not long thereafter, it was traded in for a short-wheelbase GT, and shortly after that, it was repainted red. Since then, it has been restored a number of times, had its color changed to black, and during its most recent restoration in 2011, was sprayed in the attractive Amaranto hue it wears today.
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In the latter half of the 1960s, the Colombo V-12 increased rapidly in displacement, growing from the 250’s 3.0 to the 365’s 4.4 liters. The big engine bowed first in the exceptionally rare 365 California Spider and sold most successfully in the 365GT two-plus-two, but it’s best remembered for its four-cam iteration, the mill that powered the 365GTB/4 Daytona. We found one sitting uncovered next to its short-lived sibling, the four-seat 365GTC/4.
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The Daytona competed in sports-car racing, looking both buff and exceptionally fetching in competizione guise. A knockoff version of the Spider variant (actually a McBurnie-crafted fiberglass body mated to a third-generation Corvette chassis) appeared as the hero car during the first two seasons of Michael Mann’s revolutionary Miami Vice. But most important to this publication, a Kirk F. White–owned example served as the steed that ferried Dan Gurney and our own Brock Yates across the country in 35 hours and 54 minutes during the 1971 running of the Cannonball Baker Sea-to-Shining-Sea Memorial Trophy Dash. Fifteen years ago, long before his employment at this publication, your author asked Yates whether a more affordable modern car, like a Chevrolet Camaro or a then-new Nissan 350Z, might do the job just as well. His exact words elude recollection, but the Assassin’s eyes went a bit starry as he explained his continued reverence for the old machine, emphatically noting that he’d happily drive the car cross country again.
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West Coast Ferrari distributor and casino magnate Bill Harrah reportedly hated the new 365 Berlinetta Boxer Enzo sent him. He loathed the mid-engined, flat-12–powered car so much that he returned it in exchange for a Daytona that had been sitting around Maranello. The burnt-orange car featured hot cams and rear wheels so wide that the factory added vestigial flares to the rear fenders, making the car a standout among standouts. The rumor goes that Harrah was once approached by a helicopter salesman, who sensibly suggested that air travel would make for a quicker trip between Harrah’s Reno and Tahoe casinos than making the schlep by road. Harrah told the poor sod that if the chopper was indeed faster than his Ferrari between the two points, he’d purchase one. There was supposedly a race. Harrah did not buy the helicopter. That car sold over the weekend at Monterey’s RM Sotheby’s auction for $687,500, which, if we’re frank, seems low.
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We wandered across the field, trying to pick out the year of Michael Schumacher’s F310B 1997 Formula 1 car without peeking at its accompanying placard, guessing at which cars sat under covers. We were chuffed when we picked out a 330GTS just by its silhouette under a gray sheet. One particular example of the open 330 remains this author’s personal favorite Ferrari, due to a chance encounter nine years ago. It’s a yellow car featuring a black top and a rare three-abreast seat swathed in blood-red leather, which was spotted outside the banquet hall after the Greenwich Concours d’Elegance. For some reason, just sitting there, surrounded by modern, mass-market Phantoms and Flying Spurs, the convertible from 1967 seemed defiant, radiant, and absolutely perfect in the Connecticut summer night.
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On the far side of the grass, wearing a similar hue to our beloved 330, sat a 288GTO, a car obsessed over by a certain subset of Ferrari nerds for its extreme take on Pininfarina’s beautiful 308GTB design. As iconic as is the 308 is to a generation who grew up watching Tom Selleck wheel a targa-topped GTS around Hawaii, the Dino 246GT’s successor wasn’t one of Maranello’s most stellar performers. Italian engineers weren’t immune to the plagues of the Malaise Era and were struggling to make power and shed weight in a new age of emissions control and more stringent safety regulations. Egged on by the madness of Group B competition in the 1980s, Ferrari turned the 308’s transverse V-8 90 degrees, lengthened the car to accommodate the new longitudinal drivetrain, and bolted a pair of turbos to the debored engine.
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Its bodywork was a hodgepodge of fiberglass, Kevlar, and carbon fiber; only the 308’s steel doors remained. The result, as was the case with many other Group B homologation specials of the era, was utterly nuts, but the Ferrari had no direct rival on the market when it arrived in 1984. What’s more, it never found itself in competition, due to the cancellation of the specification it was built to, and was ultimately overshadowed by its successor, the vaunted F40.
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If the 288 was a thorough rework of the 308, the F40 was an absolute perversion of the shape, as far removed from the 308’s sexed-up take on the 1970s wedge as its competitor for the hearts and minds of young boys in the late 1980s—the Porsche 959—was from a dowdy old 911. In short, if you were 11 years old in 1987, the F40 may as well have come from Mars as from Maranello.
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As with the 959, the F40’s roofline was about all that was left of its predecessors. And if the steel-tube frame underneath was decidedly retrograde tech, even for the day, one piece of the F40 heralded the future of mainline Ferrari road cars. As a 911 Turbo now carries a standard all-wheel-drive powertrain and liquid cooling, so does the 488GTB feature a longitudinally mounted twin-turbo V-8 under its rear glass. The F40 looked like no Ferrari before it, and no Ferrari since has carried its blend of brute purposefulness and Italian beauty quite so well. Perhaps only the track-special FXX K has come close. And unlike the 288, the F40 did see competition, albeit only in the hands of privateers.
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Its 12-cylinder successor, the F50, looks best under a red tarp. Though it’s often hailed as the progenitor of a series of top-line, limited-production Ferraris, the F40 truly marked the end of one era of Ferrari’s history, while the F50 heralded the dawn of another. The latter car is the direct forebear of the super Ferraris that have followed it, the Enzo of 2002 and the recent LaFerrari. In this class, beauty is secondary to purpose, and the purpose is to package everything conceivable that the company has learned from its F1 program into a roadgoing machine capable of going toe to toe with most anything the Volkswagen Group or McLaren can muster.
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Remember, however, that the F50 was ginned up during a time when the only real competition for such a machine was McLaren’s F1, which cost roughly twice as much as the Ferrari. Jaguar’s XJ220 had finished production in 1994, the year before the F50 bowed, and besides, Coventry’s high-speed entry in the supercar sweepstakes offered only a lowly V-6. The 959 was done, leaving the occasional-production 911 GT2 at the top of the line until Porsche’s Carrera GT arrived to do battle with the Enzo. The mid-engined 911 GT1 Straßenversion homologation special was so rare, it hardly counts. During instrumented testing, we found that the F40 largely outperformed its successor and that a pedestrian F355 could outbrake it. Nevertheless, the F50 remains a car of import, a herald of stupefying machines yet to come.
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Under the cover of darkness, wandering freely without throngs of gawkers to impede our view of the machinery, bench-racing cars we’ve only read about in books, we walked the fairway with Ferrari PR man Jeff Grossbard, discussing machines that our jobs occasionally afford us the opportunity to drive, even if the size of our paychecks precludes even considering their purchase. One can get cynical about the lofty perch the brand occupies, the wealth of many of the owners who care more about the prancing horse on the nose than the machinery underneath or the history that black stallion represents. But earlier in the week, the true import of the marque had made itself clear to us.
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Leaving the Inn at Spanish Bay in a blue 488 Spider, we felt a bit plebeian, preceded as we were in immediate departure by a LaFerrari and a Koenigssegg. In that company, the open 488 seemed about as impressive to the assembled gawkers as a Kia Cadenza. But out on Pebble Beach’s 17-Mile Drive, we’d stop among the throngs of tourists who weren’t necessarily in town for the Car Week hullabaloo. At one such pause along the edge of the Pacific, a retiring 13-year-old boy from London, still growing into his newfound height, cautiously approached, snapping pictures as if the Ferrari might be an unpredictable animal, one quick to flee or attack. His father sized us up warily, hoping his son wasn’t in for disappointment at the hand of a unsympathetic adult. We called out, “Hey, you wanna sit in it?” The kid’s face lit up, though he barely said a word. He removed his Adidas sandals before he stepped over the car’s high sill and proceeded to sit silently in the 488’s driver’s seat for probably 15 minutes, taking in the angles of the dash, the purposeful little red-anodized manettino on the steering wheel, the large carbon shift paddles, lost utterly in the dreams that schoolboys dream.
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Wyld Stallyns: The 12 Greatest Ferraris of All Time
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Our Favorite Cars at the 2017 Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance
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Ferrari: News, Reviews, Photos, and More
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