Chances are my stock has graced the walls of your bedroom growing up. And your obsession with my family grew—who can blame you, we are a sexy bunch. You likely owned a heavy, die-cast metal model of my older brother the Testa Rossa. You took him home, studied his lines, felt his fluidity and marveled at the hallmarks of Italian design. Now here I come along and rip the top off of what you thought a Ferrari could be.
I’m the fierce, sculpted trophy you’ve been hearing about for quite some time. Like the 1957 250GT—which first bore my Golden State nameplate—I’m a targeted testament to the power of going topless.
But West Coast adoration isn’t rooted in complacency and neither are my makers in Maranello. My badge was reborn in 2008 when we stunned you with the growl from Ferrari’s first front-engine V8. Necessary to leave room for my retractable metal hardtop, another first for Ferrari. I have this California dreamin’ thing down to a tee.
Or “T” for turbo, if you will. This marks the first time this svelte beach body has been fitted with that one-two punch. Fire me up and in addition to the rumble, you may catch a whistle from their spooling. Paired with my three-piece, tuned exhaust manifold, my elements will romance you aurally. It’s la dolce vita for sure, even before you mash my pedal and send us zipping down the road from 0-62 in a mere 3.6 seconds. When you consider that kind of performance, are you surprised that my push-button transmission controls have a button marked launch?
There is no such thing as an ugly ducking in the Ferrari family, but in the la-la land that is the Left Coast, beauty is boundless and is meant to be pursued to perfection. Maintaining my original road trip-worthy Grand Tourer dimensions, Ferrari collaborated with renowned design house Pininfarina for my second coming. The result is an aesthetic that echoes the classic 250 Testa Rossa and its famous pontoon-fender sculpting. Granted, this coy façade of mine really didn’t require more than a nip and tuck, but my new eyes, lifted almost directly from my cousin F12berlinetta, are a flirtation that delivers more than a wink or raised eyebrow, don’t you think? Paired with deep hood vents, my refreshed visage induces double takes from the toughest of critics.
Inside I’m covered in the finest Italian craftwork—semi-aniline leather trim lovingly supplied by esteemed upholsterers Poltrona Frau. Would you expect any less? And I’m packing some new tricks, like a sleek, 6 ½-inch wide infotainment unit, with accompanying touch-screen turbo boost gauge mounted proudly on the center console.
Don’t let all the form fool you. In here, we drive. Hard. If you’re looking for something to relax in during coffee runs, we will both be disappointed. My makers drink espresso.
Buttoned up, many of my hardtop convertible rivals resemble a pair of those ghastly zip-off pant/shorts. Roof on or off, there is never a fashion faux pas when I’m on the guest list. Under these curvy hips sit a new generation of Magne Ride dampers that are twice as fast as their predecessors. Working in hand with my body motion accelerators, they translate thousands of electronic data points per second into a smooth, responsive and incredibly exhilarating road dynamic. Paired with my refined F1-Trac technology, we’ll spring out of each corner turning any road from Montauk to Mulholland into an asphalt-banded slingshot.
On top of it all, I still manage 15 percent better fuel efficiency over last year’s West Coast lady of lure. I know, talking gas savings is pointless, given my estimated $200K+ price tag, but touting a little bit of green is the in thing to do. What more can I say? Like gorgeous San Diego weather or exclusive Hamptons galas, I’m your date.
Engine: 3.9 liter twin-turbo V8
0-60: 3.6 seconds
Max Speed:196 mph
Max Power: 552hp @ 7,500rpm
Max Torque: 557 lb-ft @ 4,750rpm
Estimated Base Price: $200,000+