Through verdant Italian hills, balmy late summer sun and a white, roofless Ferrari 458 Spider, its manettino dial one twist away from full electronic assistance deletion. Prod the button for manual shifting, pluck the paddle for first, solid-sink the throttle to direct-inject the V8 with stout gouts of fuel and – bang! – the Ferrari launches, squawking the gutteral, whooping blare that lies at the heart of its irresistible appeal.
A short shift to second, third and fourth on he first run, unfamiliarity with the hill and handling limits forbidding exploration of the 9000rpm energy burst  … More
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