“Three days. Forty-eight hairpins. One car I'll never forget and never owned.”
Three days. Dolomites. Roof down the entire time. I kept thinking — I don't need to own this. I just need to remember it. And I always will.
Hired for my 30th birthday. Three days in the Italian Dolomites — Rosso Corsa, roof down, mountain passes that seemed designed specifically for this car. My friends thought I'd lost my mind. They weren't wrong. Some experiences you don't need to own to carry forever.
Walked out of the rental office and there it was. Rosso Corsa. Roof already down. I stood there for five minutes.
48 hairpin bends. The Ferrari took every one like it was born there. I was laughing the entire way up.
Parked at the top of a pass and watched the sun go down over the Dolomites. Engine ticking as it cooled. Perfect silence.
Handed back the keys. The guy at the desk said 'good trip?' I just nodded. There were no words.
Other cars from the same era or owner
Adventure phase. Took the doors off every summer. Drove through three national parks, one very muddy trail in Colorado, and countless beach sunsets. This Jeep has more stories than I can count.
The grown-up car. Or so I told myself. Alpine White, carbon fiber trim, and a soundtrack that made every commute feel like a race track. Still miss the sound of that inline-six.
My first motorcycle. Everyone told me not to. I bought it anyway. Matte black, Arrow exhaust, and a sound that turned heads at every traffic light. Four years of weekend rides, track days, and one very memorable trip through the Pacific Coast Highway.