Matt wasn’t just looking for the fastest way to blow through a ton of cash—even though his fire-farting, gravel-throwing antics pretty much ensure rapid, right-before-your-eyes depreciation. Instead, this was an emphatic statement that this bull’s prissy car-show days are over. Yes, the “Brakimghini” will live its next life as a stage rally racer.
If someone told you that their 911’s wing and splitter were made from 80 bucks of beer cooler foam and aluminum roofing, you’d probably say you don’t know Jack, then crack a Walmart joke.
I waltz down memory lane, while David Hauser in his GP2 Formula car rockets toward me.
For those of you who somehow don’t already have a big ’ol man crush on inaudible F1 hotshoe Kimi Raikkonen, then consider school in session. Kimi is what the phrase “no fucks given” would look like, if phrases could drink heavily, fall off yachts and pass out outside bars holding an inflatable dolphin.
In the case of this 650-horsepower Ferrari 430, there’s a bicycle that’s faster.