Let’s begin with the reassuring words of Jim Glickenhaus, owner of the world’s wedgiest Ferrari, minutes before we chase him up the road in our hired hatchback somewhere south of Maranello. How much is his one-of-a-kind, virtually undriven ’70s concept car worth, exactly?
“You tell me,” he says with a helping of New York attitude. “It’s been in the Louvre. It was displayed in a glass box in Florence for a month. What’s the most damage we could do? Worst case, it would probably cost two million dollars to put right. Not, like, 10 million.”
Not many people could make a multi-million-dollar accident sound like a cut-price crash, but then not many people are like Jim Glickenhaus. Almost as soon as the words leave his mouth, he’s off, exhaust smoke blackening the pearly white tail of his extra-terrestrial wedge as we try to keep up, our photographer shooting valiantly through the passenger window.