I would drive it. No, I would not rub it with a diaper. The Ferrari 250 GT California is a car itching to run, run run, run run, past the big city downtown. It’s a gorgeous, glorious creation, and it’s the car that got me into cars. I did not have a father turning wrenches every weekend. My automotive influences were forged on screens small and silver. So when Ferris Bueller borrowed the “Ferrari” from Cameron for a day of frivolous fun, my heart and soul were instantly stuck on this car… and I’ll never be able to afford one.
A perfect example crossed the Amelia auction block back in 2016. The final hammer price was over $17MM. Even if I found a janky one on Craigslist that was rusty and missing parts, it would still be worth more than my house. And that’s a bit sad because although it sits in the ever-rotating place of absolute dream cars in my head, I will never even drive one. It’s rare to simply see one.
I say ever-rotating, but it’s always on the list. Some of the other cars? A 1968 Dodge Charger, with ’69 taillights swapped into the back. I’d like a fully built replica of the Mad Max Interceptor, from the first film but with an actual working Weiand blower. And I think a nice Defender 130 double-cab truck with some manner of either turbodiesel or V8 swap would fit the bill.
The Defender may be possible someday. A ratty Charger isn’t out of the question. The Interceptor is tough, especially since old Falcon prices in Oz have skyrocketed. But back to the Ferrari… I have literally no chance.
So how about you? What is your dream car that you have zero chance of owning, yet you still dream about it?