You know you’ve woken up in heaven when there’s a Ferrari V8 or V12 redlining past your hotel window every two minutes. It’s a place where red is more than just a colour and 458 is so much more than a number. You know it’s heaven when you walk to the factory gates and they invite you in for tea. It’s a place where they have a parking lot full of classic Ferraris and old F1 cars right inside the engine assembly plant just so that the workers can see what they are putting their heart and soul into. It’s a place where the smallest engine they build has eight cylinders.
