The Ferrari California is, like any model to emerge from the Maranello plant since, say, the shiver-worthy 348, a brilliant car. Unfortunately, that doesn�t change the fact that the latest �starter Ferrari� was practically born to be purchased by rodent-sized-canine-owning celebrities who neither know nor care about the car�s thousands of engineering man-hours or the storied marque�s extensive competition record both past and present. (�Fernando Alonso? He�s, like, an opera singer, right?�)
This pre-installed stigma is bad juju for types of true enthusiasts who would buy this car. You know, the folks who wake up at stupid o�clock in the morning to watch Formula 1 live on Speed and can appreciate technology like the direct-injected 4.3L V8 and available 7-speed double-clutch transmission, because the gearhead of lesser means who sees them cruising down the street will tend to assume the person behind the wheel thinks "Imola" is the name of a meat-borne pathogen and merely bought a California because it�s a convertible and it has a back seat on which to place the pet carrier of Aphrodite, their Mexican Hairless.
Mercifully, there is a way to show the world that, while you may be a
But the envious peons on the street won�t notice those hidden upgrades since they�re, you know, hidden. That�s why Anderson Germany also adds larger wheels and tires (21-inchers in front, 22s in back), a suspension control module that allows the car to be lowered up to 1.3 inches at the push of a button, smoked taillight lenses, tinted windows (which probably won�t get the thumbs up from the average American DMV inspector) and a handsome body kit consisting of painted rocker panel extensions and an unpainted carbon
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