In the blink of an eye, my trip to Imola is over and what a weekend it was.
My trip to Imola was more than just a trip, it was an insight to how magical motorsport environments can be. As you arrived in the heart of Italy’s racing passion the atmosphere was electric, humming with the energy of Tifosi dressed in red. With exception of my Porsche loving dad, of course.
The anticipation built with each lap, each yellow flag, each overtake, each roar of the engines signaling something special was about to unfold. The 499p drove an incredible race from start to end, when they crossed the finish line the eruption of cheers was deafening and was almost music to my ears. The sight of the car crossing the finish line first was more than a victory; it was redemption, glory and everything Ferrari embodies.
It was an incredible weekend across both Friday, Saturday and Sunday and one huge congratulations to Ferrari!!