Ferrari Pilgrimage - The Italian Job
In terms of ultimate car manufacturers
it would be cool to say something interesting along the lines of "MooSPEED's
favourite is Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Maserati or perhaps even Frazer Nash"

But no, in common with the majority,
including disinterested dunderheads , we keep coming back to Ferrari. There is
just something about the prancing horse, a combination of factors; exquisite
styling, the noise, the performance, la passione. Even the questionable
tactics in F1 haven't dampened the enthusiasm for road cars.
MooSPEED
just had to pay a visit to the home of Ferrari, Maranello - not a question
of "if" but "when". As luck would have it a necessary business trip to
Milan in Feb 2001 had to be extended over the weekend - lucky wasn't it
? Strange how Saturday's work only took 10
minutes as well 
First
thing was to pick up the hire car, a 1.2 clio, and hit the mental roads
of Milan. Luckily it was easy enough to escape and foot down on the autostrada.
The foot didn't lift until Modena, the closest
turn off for Maranello - average speed ? don't know but the poor old hire
car was relieved for me to get onto country roads. Couldn't have been
better trying to find Ferrari as I happened to be following a 355 down
the lanes, was fine until he decided to overtake the traffic and leave
me for dust. Two of the cars in front of him dutifully waved him by, thing
is one of them was a police car !! I like this part of the world, in the UK
the most he'd get would be a two finger salute.
Maranello is an industrial village, it
looked a bit grim on the day that I went due to the miserable weather.
Reminded me a bit of a Yorkshire ex-mining village apart from the fact
that within a mile of the factory there are red flags, signs and shop
windows all proudly displaying the prancing horse. Been to Blackpool recently
? I can't remember seeing TVR regalia hanging from every street corner...
Unfortunately
my timing was a bit bad as the Ferrari museum, La Galleria had just closed
for lunch. Having studied the
maps beforehand I'd decided to try and fit in a couple of visits to race
tracks. Although not a race track as such I thought I'd try and find Ferrari's
test track at Fiorana. I drove around for about an hour trying to find
it, turned out it was literally just up the road from Maranello - must've
driven straight passed it !! No testing today, more's the pity. I found
out that Barrichello had been testing for the F1 just a couple of days
later.
I still had time before the museum opened
to checkout the factory. I'm not quite sure what I was expecting but all
there is to see is the factory gates controlled by a security guard in
reception. The factory buildings behind the gates look inticingly interesting
but without driving a van carrying expensive car parts there's no way
in. 
I think they do organized tours during the week. For me I had to be satisfied
with having a look at the world championship winning F1 car in reception.
The guard was surprisingly tolerant allowing me to poke and prod around
the car - wasn't allowed to sit in it unfortunately 

Whilst having a look around one of the
many Ferrari shops I heard a familiar engine scream past outside and
a brief flash of red. A few minutes later the engine could be heard again,
this time it was pulling up outside. Suddenly the shop emptied of everyone
that wasn't at the till - we had all collected outside to see a 360 which
was very low, quite dirty and ticking away to itself quite happily. By
the look of the bugs splattered into lines up the bonnet rather than splats
and from the heat being blown out the back by the fans I'd guessed this
was that was bought for go rather than show. In Britain, Ferraris seem
to be bought to take part in the ownership experience - to always be shiny
and maybe the occasional blast. In Italy it's against the law to have
a Ferrari/Lamborghini/Pagini and to not give it some welly on an open
road 

Back to the museum and had only a short
time to fit everything in, you could spend a good 3 hours in there as
there's so much to see. If you're there with someone who doesn't care
so much for the history of Ferrari then send them downstairs - it's an
Aladdin's cave of F40's, an F50, 355's, 360's, GTO's and the classics
of which I've only ever seen in books. I used a whole film just in that
one room !!
Time
was marching on and I still wanted to fit in as many racetracks and sights
that I could.
I felt like a tourist on acid , caning the
hire car between stops. Straight past Bologna, I'd briefly considered
stopping to try and find the Lamborghini factory but didn't have a clue
where it was so decided to skip it and head on to Imola. It was now about
17:30 so hit the Imola rush hour, eventually found my way by following
the "Autodromo" signs. Imola circuit is very strange, all the stands were
open and just the actual track itself is fenced off. There are roads and
houses inside the circuit, I should imagine that if you're a racing fan
then there's no better place to live. "Fancy watching the F1 love ?",
"Yeah, I'll get deckchairs out and stick them in the front garden".
After
a completely wasted trip down to San Marino I drove the couple of hundred
miles back the way I came.
Only problem was that I hadn't stopped all day - the ceaseless full throttle
on the autostrada was taking it's toll on me (and the poor little Clio),
somehow I ended up going the wrong way. I realised when passing exits
that I shouldn't have been seeing. I was heading North - didn't matter
that much, I could hook up with the er whatever road ???? later on and
carry on to Milan that way. Time was now really cracking on, I worked
out that I'd been driving for around a solid fourteen hours. Nearly the
whole width of Italy and halfway back - mainly at around 100mph in a thrashed
Clio !!
Wasn't that concerned with the speed limits as I was still getting overtaken,
by police cars as well. They obviously have better things to do than book
a car for speeding on an empty motorway - take note UK coppers  
I'd
missed my turning for the motorway to Milan so decided to turn off at
the first friendly sounding place. Stopped at Roverto (Rover sounded friendly
- they actually had a Rover dealership with a couple of friendly mini's
on display !!). Looked quite a posh place so I picked the cheapest looking
hotel (didn't end up being cheap), parked the Clio in amongst the Porsches
in the hotel car park and hit the sack - asleep in minutes.
Next
morning I awoke to the most amazing view outside. It'd been pitch black
the night before and although I registered that it was hilly I didn't
realise until checking the map that I was in the Alps. I had a window
full of picture-postcard snow-capped mountains - excellent !! Felt like
a proper tourist mooching round the town and lake - very nice, would definitely
want to come back here on holiday but I had an appointment with a Grand
Prix racetrack.
Caned
it back through the Alpine roads and picked up the motorway to Milan.
Had two Ferrari's fly past me at incredible speed, luckily enough both
were parked up at the next services for me to drool over. Apparently it
turns out that it's common to see fast cars like this booting it and then
parking up to avoid turning up at the next toll too early and thus receiving
a speeding fne. Made me wonder afterwards as I'd been tanking along without
a problem between tolls - obviously wasn't "Ferrari-Fast".
Finally
arrived at Monza after a detour to Como, getting completely lost in Milan
and nearly wiped out by a tram. Was also desperately short on fuel and
as it was Sunday no shops or petrol stations were open. I'd also run out
of film, nowhere I went into stocked APS - never even seen it !!
Monza - the town, is
a dump, Monza the circuit is excellent.
You can turn up, pay a relatively small amount and take your car on the
track for 5 laps. Can you imagine Silverstone opening up the track for
just anyone to have a thrash around for £15 - I don't think so!!
I didn't take the Clio on track as I'd
been cruel enough to it already - that and the fact that it was running
on fumes. I reckon I'd be a mobile chicane for the Ferraris, Integrales
and Formula 3000-style single seaters out on track. High points for me
were being able to walk on the historic banked section and watching a
Ferrari 328 getting trounced by an Audi TT. From a Ferrari fan ? Good
?? Good because the 328 was being driven on the edge, arse end hanging
out across the chicane and loads of lovely Italian revs screaming across
to the stands. The TT was soul-less, OK it was faster - maybe a better
driver - but soul-less nevertheless.
Gutted that I didn't have and couldn't buy
any more film. I'll just have to go back with a digi-camera. Afterwards
I just about made it back for my flight with the hire car back in one
piece, refuelled and with another 1,200+ kilometres on the clock. It was
a business class flight so had a few free whiskies on the return journey to unwind. All in all
an excellent weekend. Tiring, but I'd do it again - no questions... just
a bit more organised and preferably in something a bit quicker... and
noisy... and red...
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