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He bought his racing cars directly from Enzo Ferrari, and I met him at the factory during an extravagant five-day birthday party the company had thrown for itself. “It used to be pretty impoverished here,” he said as we sat under a parasol on Ferrari’s scented herbal lawn.
“I first came to see Enzo in 1962. It was cold, so I asked his chief engineer to turn the heating on while I waited. He apologized, and told me that they couldn’t afford the oil.” Almost every supercar…
