My friend had done well that year. He was quite a bit older, but we’d bonded over cars, especially as I was starting my second year at Art Center training to be a car designer. One evening he pulled up to my apartment in his brand-new Ferrari Testarossa, I was shocked. Having paid a premium for it, he was probably one of the few in Los Angeles fortunate enough to take delivery. Red over tan leather, it was outrageous in every dimension, at every level of performance, and exceptional in detail.
