IN THE LATE 1990s I SPENT A DAY AT MARANELLO working on the production line. It was an amazing experience, kitted out in official Ferrari overalls and eating lunch in the staff canteen. In truth I wasn’t on the line helping to build F355s, I was next to it in a sectioned-off area in which a small team of people were hand-building F50s.
My partner was a guy from Sicily who spoke no English, which, with my limited Italian, meant that we had to use hand signals. It worked well enough for me to fit a whole powertrain into the back of one F50. I signed the chassis while nobody was looking and, assuming that the complete rear-end of the car didn’t fall off due to Goodwin finger trouble, that car probably still resides in a collection somewhere.
Today, greyer but no less excited, I
