The lion does not concern himself with the opinions of sheep, a cunning father once grunted angrily to his ne’er-do-well scion. For some reason the words echo in my head as we climb sheer Italian mountain roads, furiously working the F1-inspired, eight-speed/dual-clutch paddles like a PS5 controller.
And while Tywin Lannister may have been discussing the diabolical machinations of Game of Thrones while he cleaned a freshly killed stag with surgeon-like precision, the words now seem to take on a stronger meaning—a direct result of gripping the wheel of Ferrari’s latest ode to über-performance: the Purosangue.
Because we’re not just passing luxury SUVs on the Dolomites as if
