The Ultimate Man Cave?
There’s something extremely decadent about living with your motor. And when that motor is a steel grey Ferrari 512 BB, then not only is the decadence justified – it’s also delicious.
Imagine taking that young lady circa 1985, back to the pad after a night on the town, and then inviting her to lounge on your Eames chair to admire the lines of the Berlinetta while you fire up the espresso machine.
That’s what I call eighties excess. Cue Jean Michel Jarre soundtrack. A Miami cityscape panning across the screen. Jump cuts to hi-cut bikinis and corrupt cops.
Greed after all, can sometimes be good.
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