I feel like a secret agent. After weeks of chasing and being passed from one contact to another, we’ve been given the all-clear to visit the biggest private supercar collection in Bahrain. First, we’re given a general area to head to, a short drive from the capital Manama, then told to wait for a dropped pin detailing the exact location. We’re eating a burger when the message comes through...I half-expect it to self-destruct after reading.
I can understand the owner’s caution. If you had £100 million (P6.94 billion) worth of supercars stashed in your garage, you would be cautious, too. We’re not even allowed to mention his name, which is curious given you can actually follow him on Instagram (@the_collection1). Still, his cars, his rules. I’m just happy to be here, and can’t stop grinning like a child with the keys to Cadbury’s World.
There’s construction work going on (a garage extension, naturally, to house the ever-swelling ranks), hence dust sheets on half the cars. To be honest, it only heightens the anticipation: a wing silhouette here, a flash of alloy there. I find myself pointing and guessing, frantically. Then I turn right into the main atrium, the prize paddock with double-height ceilings and his 14 favorites parked cheek to cheek, and my stomach does a back flip.
I walk the line, emotions a mess—something between extreme jealousy and pure joy. At the end, perched on a turntable, is his baby: a McLaren F1, chassis number six, bought from a Japanese collector who had three. Next to it is a P1, also number six, then a chronological history of Ferrari hypercars: LaFerrari, Enzo, F50, F40, 288 GTO, and 599 GTO.
Opposite is the really special stuff: a Porsche 918 Spyder, then a 911 GT1 Strassenversion (one of only two in existence), and another homologation special from the same FIA GT Championship, the Mercedes AMG CLK GTR. The Maserati MC12 is definitely better than the Enzo on which its based, I decide, before drinking in his brand-new Chiron and the Hermes Veyron next to that. Not bad, and that’s barely half of it.
We’ll let you scroll down to experience the rest, but in case you were wondering how or when he gets to drive this obscene group of cars, let’s just say it helps to have a Formula 1 track 10 minutes down the road and enough money to use it as his own private playground.
So, any glaring omissions from the collection? Let us know what you would add, money-no-object, in the comments below.
Chassis number 006, originally silver, only one in the world with its engine painted fluoro-orange.
Well, you couldn’t have a LaFerrari and a McLaren P1 without one of these...
Like the F1, this is number 6 in the production run.
The newest arrival, finished in matte-purple exposed carbon fiber...works better than it should. And yes, he has a Speedtail on order.
The jewel in the crown, one of only two with 993-style headlights, others are 996-style: 536bhp, 0-62mph in 3.9 seconds, 191mph.
With a 6.9-liter V12 making 604hp, it’s maddest looking thing here. Watch out—it has a penchant for back flips.
Is this the perfect-spec Chiron? We think so. Delivered a few months ago, it still smells box-fresh.
A ‘standard’ 987hp coupe, but the Hermes edition for added bling.
It’s got a 6.3-liter V12, hybrid assistance, 950hp...five years, on it still has the power to make a grown man dribble.
A harsher aesthetic than the other red cars here, because F1, but you can’t argue with a 6.0-liter V12 and 651hp.
Something of a forgotten gem for 20 years, now recognized for its dynamic brilliance...if not for its so-so looks.
Perhaps the greatest Ferrari ever? Certainly one of the hairiest, courtesy of a very boosty 2.9-liter twin-turbo V8, and not a lot else.
In 1984, there was no ABS, no traction control, no four-wheel drive. Now, this purity has a grail-like quality to it, especially when it looks this good.
One of only three models to ever bear the GTO badge. This one’s signed by Fernando Alonso and Felipe Massa.
Originally built in collaboration with Yamaha, now incredibly rare and incredibly expensive. Our photographer had to lie down after seeing this one—he has a thing for Japanese.
No wings or arches to corrupt the Countach’s wedgy shape. The purest and still the best.
You just knew he’d have one of these. Box ticked, move on.
The F40’s nemesis was a homologation special for a Group B rally car that eventually won the Paris-Dakar. A 2.9-liter turbo flat-six, 444hp, magnesium wheels. A bit nerdy, but who cares? This one was purchased from the king of Jordan.
The one the started it all, the first to arrive...should probably be the first to go.
EV infrastructure in Bahrain isn’t world-class—wonder why? Battery ‘broken,’ which is why it’s been relegated to the naughty corner.
With any luck, you won’t be able to see those hideous purple wheels at 435kph.
Currently the fastest production car in the world with a two-run average of 446kph.
One of the few places on earth where a 675LT blends into the background. Don’t worry, LT, we all know you’re a star.
Remember when Lamborghinis were pigs to drive and wanted to kill you? Two of the many reasons we love the Murci SV.
A masterpiece of an engine. Hats off for bagging one of these.
Because every now and again, it’s good to scare yourself.
I’m starting to think this collector has impeccable taste, after all...
Nope, I spoke too soon.
Number 1 of 20, with commando-green seats.
Some well-deserved recognition for a boutique British supercar… with a unexpectedly brutal Volvo V8.
NOTE: This article first appeared on TopGear.com. Minor edits have been made.