A little about my Ferrari-
I have owned my 1975 308GT4 Ferrari since 1986. It is definitely a love hate kind of
There is no car like a Ferrari. Every time I drive it it is exciting. It goes fast
easily and urges you to do so. The sound and feel is like no other car I have experienced.
When you put the pedal down there is a loud vortex roar as the air rushes down those 4 - 2
barrel carbs that are located just behind your head.
The image that people may form of you isn't necessarily good. It is frivolous. What
right do I have in owning such an expensive car? Parts are extremely expensive. The purchase
price of the car is only the beginning. The distributor caps, of which there are two in this car
are $140 each. New spark plug wires are $200 the last time I checked. These are just normal
maintenance parts. If you need a more involved part such as a distributor (you need 2) they
are $1200 each! The car is low- I got stuck on the speed bump at the elementary school. You
can't take it to a shopping Mall, store or coffee shop and leave it unattended for long. No
matter where you park it even if it is 1/4 mile away from the building people will park
beside it. There are no door protectors. It is 100% Corsa Rossa lacquer all way around. I
won't drive it in the rain or snow. Thatís about it.
Miscellaneous Ferrari stuff-
The engine in this Ferrari will run at high RPM's and the car will go fast. I have driven
it at 120MPH and I know that it will go to 140-150 as my Ferrari friends have demonstrated.
The handling is like you would expect- You sit low and close to the road. The car is wide
and it has fat soft compound Pirelli tires and they are sticky. The 308 neither oversteers
or understeers. It is amazing how fast you can go in the corners before it begins to slide.
My first real experience driving the car at its adhesion limit was at the Watkins Glen race
track in NY. When the car would begin to to slide all four tires would slide together. The
steering would get light and the car would slide to the outside of the track an a graceful
controlled manner. My mother's '66 Oldsmobile offered none of these properties. I noticed t
his as I hustled it around the light posts in the East Hills Shopping Center parking lot in
my 16th year.
A little about my involvement with cars-
My interest in cars started with my father. He raced sprint cars on dirt track ovals
in Western Pennsylvania. My first remembrances of cars was my close inspection
of the dirt track race photos my father pasted in an accountant's journal. I drew racecars
in and car parts along side those photos. I was 4.
In my preteens and early teens I built many many plastic AMT and Revell car models.
My collection was vast. I read from cover to cover every issue of Road & Track magazine.
Any spare time that my lack of friends and a social life afforded me went to cars and car
My father nurtured my interest in cars also-
My father has been in the automobile business in one form or another for 30 years.
He has owned many interesting cars. I remember inspecting his brand new 1965 Mustang in the
street in front of our house in Penn Hills, Pennsylvania. It was a foggy morning before school.
Kids walked by and I engaged them all in conversation about the new car - "Don't look at this
car (As I spread my arms over the hood in mock camouflage). You aren't supposed to see it. It
won't be introduced until next week". Which in that case was true. Some of the cars that my
father Dan owned are- Convertible and fastback Corvettes, a Lotus Elan, an Olds 442, The Judge,
a 1965 Convertible Impala SS with "Tri-Power" and a four speed stick, a yellow 1959 Eldorado
Convertible with red leather interior (Oh you should have seen THAT). People borrowed it for
parades), Studebaker Avante, President and Hawk, some Mustangs and Camaros, a '49 Beetle, a
'63 Thunderbird and a number of Coupe and Sedan Devilles. Even today I follow Formula One car
racing. Which team do you think I root for? Tifosi? Cavillino? Enzo? Figure it out yet?
Sports cars- I have always had a bent towards sports cars. They were more rare in
Suburban Pittsburgh than, let's say Mustangs or Impalas (although I like all cars). A big break
came when my uncle George generously gave me his Austin Healey 3000 project car. I couldn't
believe it. The car was in desperate need of major restoration, but even in that state was well
beyond my means. The deal he offered was that when I got the car finished he could borrow it
for some weekends. You should have seen him when I delivered it to him the next summer.
Bright red Imron paint. The roof was down. It sounded great and was fun to drive. He said,
"I can't believe you did it!" This car took me into my freshman year at college before I crashed
in a most major way. I will post a picture of that and other cars I have owne in this
site at a later date.