- In Italian, ‘ ferrare’ means “ to bind
with iron”.
- I have nothing else to offer, so I head
home without a Ferrari.
- But as I drive, I notice that the
mystique is still with me;
- Crafty old Enzo has changed the way I
look at cars.
- Suddenly, almost every car coming down
the road toward me looks like it is trying to be a Ferrari.
- I’ve never noticed so many bright red
cars, so many with spoilers and scoops and other sleek styling.
- I begin to look differently at my own
vehicle.Why don’t its doors close with a click ?
- Why don’t strangers wave and honk as I
pass ?
- Why is my car shaped like a box instead
of a bullet ?
- Fifty years after Ferrari ( he died in
1988) put his name on cars, the mystique lives and is contagious.
- “La Ferrari is the living expression of
any dreams,” Enzo said.
- “A car is a rather beautiful and
fascinating thing. It is because of that, and because there is no perfection but
only evolution, that I continue to dream.”
- And so do Ferraristi, those with and
those without a Ferrari in the driveway.
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*** THE END***
- Note:
- The above actually came from
an article in Smithsonian. The writing is so lyrical that I think it fits
the bill of a poem. Shall see if I could recapture the writer's name for due
acknowledgement. The title "Iron Wonder" is given by me.
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