It’s not a car, it’s a bloody dart, I curse as I saw car number 69 tear up the Autodromo Ricardo Paletti straights. Even when the F2 driver actually braked, he still didn’t seem to slow down but infact  just slingshot through the corner. I was seated in the stands, of a racetrack situated in the hills of Verano, awestruck as Hawks Racing’s car, which could well be the new batmobile, took the finals laps of its FSAE Italy Endurance event. “It’s a pretty sight this”, I thought to myself. “Stuttgart has nothing on them.”

Everyone was silent. Even though the engine was blaring through and through only to be interrupted by the accidental screeching of tires, it was still quiet.

Then it happened, all too fast.

The car was pushed beyond its limits and it gave in. Everyone gasped. The driver got out, the eyes of hundreds on him. Took off his helmet, threw his balaclava away. Raised it in the air and was just about to smash it onto the ground but he came to his senses. He placed it gently on the floor and slept beside it on the asphalt. He must have wept too. We’ll never know.

FSAE for Pravega was a decent affair. We weren’t impressive. But we did have every reason to be proud of ourselves. FSAE in general had taught us more that life itself. The event was the 5 most fun days of my life. As I packed my things, bid my goodbyes and left towards the parking lot, I couldn’t help but think of the year that was.
I got into the Seat Alhamra and we made way to Modena. A 270 km journey which we were due to complete in 2ish hours. “The Capital of Enignes” it’s called, getting its name from all the Italian Car Manufacturers which had/have headquarters here :

• Ferrari
• Lamborghini
• Pagani
• Maserati
• De Tomaso

Phew. Some town it must be.

But as we went deeper and deeper into Italy, all that was visible were farms and smaller towns.  Due to past experiences we decided to stay near the city centre due to availability of vegetarian food and all, but the centre turned out to be just a crossing of 4 streets and a few other parallels. A huge army building loomed high ab

ove any of the other establishments and I was thinking, is that it? Are we here already? My questions were answered as we found a hotel for a night cap. The reception, the restaurant, the beds, everything bore the colours of Ferrari. And I just couldn’t wait to wake up the next day.

I was the first person out of the bed and first one to finish breakfast. I picked out a few pamphlets and maps to check for opening times.

“Museo Casa Enzo Ferrai”, it was called or the Museum of the House of Enzo Ferrari,  a huge yellow futuristic looking building embracing another which was the quaintest looking L-shaped house.

The house’s interior  had been redesigned to portray a book or pages of the life of Enzo Ferrari. Everything from his life as a racer to his eventual association to the Superstar Sportcar, his heritage and legacy.

Entertaining as it was, I still couldn’t get my mind off the fact that I was to see an Aventador in another 2 hours.

The Lamborghini Factory is built on the centre of a long road. Maybe they intended it to. Because ever since we made the last turn, I couldn’t take my eyes of it. One big large black block, with the trademark bull, ever so imposing on the road just like the cars they make.

The museum is no special building unlike the one we visited earlier. Probably, they wanted to let the cars do the talking. And oh, they did. So loudly at that.

 

At the entrance itself lay a slick as ever, silver-grey Aventador. It was scary to think that it packed a 700bhp engine. Silently, waiting, calling, teasing, just tempting me to ask the manager to turn it on or last resort, just hotwire it. 3 years in jail didn’t seem a bad idea at that moment. The machine looked so beautiful that I didn’t even notice the yellow Superleggera next to it. I stood there taking all of it in. It was too surreal. Eventually, after numerous taunts from dad on how I was wasting time we finally moved on. We went in.

My dad was still getting the tickets when I was already past the third car. Now this was what it was all about.  FSAE, Top gear, Chip Foose … all of my passions … it came down to this. This was to be the end product. The ever pretty Miura, the devilish Diablo, a Zagato, a SuperVeloce and everything else in between. There were a lot of engines in showcase too, a majority of them being speedboat motors. 

The notorious Polizie Gallardo plus a few early F1 editions. And there sitting in the midst was the dream : The Countach. I opened Wiki on my phone and read out the article on the Countach to my dad. I was not sure if he was listening but I read it till the end. All he had to say to it was “It looks like something out of Star Wars.”

When we came out, I went back to ogling at the Aventador. A saw another later, a red one at the entrance of the factory. The factory was closed for design season and hence we couldn’t visit but I made a promise to myself to come back again once when they were open. As we were leaving, I realised Lambo has just brought out the boy in me. And I thank them for that.

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