No messing around in the is-it-isn’t-it-a-supercar middle ground for me. When it came to popping my supercar cherry, I went straight for the Ferrari Enzo. You can’t argue with an Enzo. It’s rear-wheel drive, there are 12-cylinders mounted behind the driver, it’s from Maranello, it’s mega rare and hugely expensive. It is definitely a supercar.
Think about driving an Enzo and you’ll get pretty excited. Get into one for the first time and you’ll probably be filled with dread. It just looks so foreign. There’s no gear lever, just paddles on the steering column. Reverse? A button on the steering wheel. And the theatre of lowering yourself into that brutally functional race-car interior, strapping yourself in and lowering the door feels more Top Gun than Top Trumps.
Pull down the butterfly door. Press the button to crank the engine. Twelve cylinders explode to a busy BAAAAAAAW. Please car, don’t hurt me. Pull up at an acute junction and you’ll see nothing out of the offside window. Reversing? I’ve seen more looking into a post box wearing shades. Then there’s that long, low front end that threatens to ground out on cat’s eyes. You have to really plan ahead when you drive an Enzo.
Truth be told, I didn’t get the Enzo out of third gear, so terrified was I of damaging it. But then again, third does equate to well north of 100mph!
The V8 Ferrari Scuderia might have since lapped Ferrari’s Fiorano test track quicker, but there’s still no touching the Enzo if you want the supercar experience as pure as it comes.
