Back in a time when the ageing 328 and the flashy Testarossa were the best that Ferrari had to offer, and before the company suddenly remembered that you could still make exciting front-engined cars, it seemed that the firm had lost impetus in the declining years of its founder and bullish driving force, Enzo himself, as Fiat managers moved in. As for me, prancing horses had fallen down the list of desirable machinery. No works Ferraris contested Le Mans, and even the marque’s aesthetics seemed to be coasting on a wave
