Oh, my Ferrari. You know, the red-blooded, V12-snarling Italian stallion of the motoring world has hit a speed bump and come to a grinding halt. This is not the kind that ruins your suspension outside your local bottle shop. No, this is more, in fact, much more existential and it involves Ferrari’s EV.
The boys over in Modena have announced that the prancing horse’s second electric car has been delayed. And why is this? Nobody seems to want the first one because, and not much surprise here.
Now, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: electric Ferraris make about as much sense as putting racing stripes on a mobility scooter. The whole point of a Ferrari is the noise, the fury, the complete lunacy of 800 Italian horses screaming their way to 9,000rpm while you clutch the steering wheel and hang-on for dear life. The thought of a silent Ferrari? That’s just a very fast washing machine in a designer dress.
So now we know the first Ferrari EV didn’t quite fly off the shelves. Like I said no surprise here. Who would have guessed that the people who buy Ferraris, you know for the thrill, the drama, and the ability to get young girls to shed their clothes, are not lining up to drive something that hums like a laptop and needs charging more often than a teenager’s phone?
Ferrari now says they are “re-evaluating the timeline” for EV number two. Which is, of course, corporate spin for “We built a silent missile no one asked for, and now we’re stuck with it.”
If you want my view; Ferrari should build electric cars only after they’ve exhausted every last drop of petrol on Earth, squeezed out of every last drop from every reservoir. Until then, give us V12s, gated manuals, and engines that make you weep with joy and sometimes fear.
Please, Ferrari, my old friend’s, stick to what you’re good at making grown men cry in tunnels. Leave the whispering cars to the Hemp trouser wearing Californian hippies.
