#4 – 2011(?) 458 Italia

As explained by my last post, I was recently in Las Vegas and had a chance to drive a fun rental car. But that wasn’t enough for me. I decided I needed to pay a slightly exorbitant amount of money to the folks at World Class Driving so that they would let me drive a supercar (or three). (Note: this post is in no way sponsored or endorsed by World Class Driving)

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We arranged our drive for first thing on a Monday morning, and we drove out on Sunday evening to find the location of this so-called “Dream Garage.” We found the garage relatively easily, so then we stopped to watch some Mazdas, BMWs and an Evo X drive around cones in the parking lot of a karting track.

That’s not really relevant to the story, but autocross is cool.

We arrived at the Dream Garage on Monday morning, where we were greeted by 6 absolutely gorgeous supercars sitting in the parking lot, and some people milling around.

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We were eventually ushered inside to fill out some paperwork and agree to the $10,000(!) deductible if we were to wreck a car and our personal insurance didn’t cover it. They took a copy of our credit cards so that they could get money off of us in the event that something happened. They apparently just assumed that everyone had at least a $10,000 limit on their cards.

Next we got to sit on some comfy couches and learn a bit about the cars and get the lecture of how it’s important to respect the cars because they will bite if provoked. (Especially the Jaguar, I hear they have pointy teeth. Ha ha.)

Finally we headed back outside to the cars. The format of the event is that there are 3 cars per group, and everyone rotates so that they get to drive every car in their group for awhile. Group 1 had a Lamborghini Gallardo, a Jaguar XKR-S, and a McLaren SLR. Group 2 had a Ferrari 458 Italia, another Jaguar XKR-S, and a Bentley continental GT (All automatic or DSG). We were in Group 2, and somehow, remarkably no one was crowding around the 458 so I happily jumped in the driver’s seat.

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It was a blessing in disguise that we were in the Ferrari first. Since we were the first group of the day, we were faced with the task of driving the cars to the actual event location out in the desert, which meant driving a collection of supercars on the delightful highways of Vegas (and the associated fun acceleration that comes with merging onto highways with 562 horsepower at your feet). But before the highway, it meant some driving on city streets, where I could get used to the behavior of a DSG at low speeds. Have you ever seen the video where someone repeatedly stalls an Aston Martin One-77 and wondered how on earth someone stalls a (million dollar) glorified-automatic car? Yeah, it’s not really an automatic. The only way to describe it is that it feels very much like a manual, and when the revs get too low it behaves exactly like a manual. The Ferrari didn’t stall, but I could see how it might. So at low speeds the car was a little jerky, though I’m sure this would easily be overcome with some practice and learning how to feather the gas pedal the way you would a clutch.

And then came the highway driving. Whoa. I’ve been writing this review in my head for months now, because really I have no idea how to do this car justice. They say that when you are really in tune with something (driving, flying a kite, etc.) it feels like the thing (car, in this case) is just an extension of your person, and the Ferrari definitely makes getting into that zone easy. Every input has a direct- correlation to what the car does. There is no unnecessary play in the steering, and the suspension isn’t rock solid, but you can get a good feel for the road surface below you. The gas and brake are expectedly the same way, and when you want it to go or stop it will do just that with no questions asked.

I just remembered this is a car review blog, and maybe I should talk just a little more about the car rather than go on at length about how much I love it. So then, the seats? They were cool. I love sport seats and bolsters that hug you (I think I’ve said this in a previous review). The interior was good, definitely not a bad place to be and everything was well arranged and made of quality materials, no rattles here!

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Unfortunately in such a short drive you don’t really get to play with climate control and other settings, but the important gauges were all easy to read.

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The tachometer is front and center and yellow, along with a display showing you what gear you’re in, and it gives you tips saying when it thinks you should shift into another of those 7 available gears. Downshift is automatic if needed to prevent stalling, or you can do it yourself earlier to make the engine make fun noises. The speedometer is off to the right and is a digital display, and sometimes this display is instead a navigation screen in which case you just get a digital speed reading (no dial, just a number) on the left screen. I don’t remember looking at the speedometer much when driving it (and I think Ferrari expected this when designing the car) but this could be a slight problem if this is a car you drive often and you live in a town full of police.

There are also so many other fun things to say about this car, but I don’t want this review to go on all day, and others have already covered them more in depth than I ever could. Follow that link if you want more specs and to hear about all the interesting tech in this car. My personal favorite is the front wings that are optimized to funnel air into the radiators (no intercoolers here), but at high speeds actually shift to reduce drag. How cool is that??

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However there were some quirks with the car. Namely that putting on the parking break apparently required supervision. (I didn’t see a problem so sorry for the lack of discussion on this, but I’m guessing some other people who have done this event had problems understanding how it works, or maybe it did have real issues and the car was just behaving well that day.)

Also, both the paddle shifters and the turn signals are on the steering wheel. It was slightly embarrassing in the beginning just how often I changed gears when trying to change lanes, and signaled when trying to change gears.

The last problem is that the steering wheel is very F1 inspired with lots of buttons and gadgets, all guaranteed to make the car go zoom, but we were instructed not to touch them.

Ok, that’s not really a car problem, but I needed at least 3 complaints about this car, lest it seem like Ferrari is paying me to say that their car is a little bit of heaven. (Anyone from Ferrari reading this? I would gladly take bribes in exchange for some more seat time, because I reach so many millionaire readers who are ready to run out and buy one of these cars 😉 )

To sum it up, I wanted one of these since I first heard about them, and now that goes double. But I would obviously want to drive some of the competition first, since Lamborghinis still have a special place in my heart. (I didn’t drive any other cars on this trip, my boyfriend drove the other two and hopefully I can convince him to write a guest post one of these days.)

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#3 – 2012 Ford Mustang V6

I recently arrived in Las Vegas and needed a rental car. I bet that most people aren’t this excited about rental cars, but when your mission is to drive lots of cars, the rental process seems almost like a vacation in itself.

(This is an exaggeration. No one wants to deal with rental cars after a stupid long flight with turbulence and weird air pressure issues that make you feel drunk. I will say that McCarran airport has their act together and the consolidated rental area and shuttle buses are a nice touch. Also the nice folks at the Hertz counter made the experience painless.)

We were hoping to get a free upgrade to some fun car, but of course that never happens unless you’re a member of their points club. The woman we spoke with did say that we could upgrade the car for a fee to something like a Mustang, at which point my boyfriend asked if she had anything fun and German, but when the answer was no we settled on the Mustang.

Initial impressions were mixed. The new Mustang is a nice looking car (at least I think so, the boyfriend prefers the new Camaro) and it was clean and the trunk managed to easily fit our piles of luggage. (By contrast, said boyfriend’s 4-door car at home could not fit all of our luggage in the trunk gracefully. Stay tuned for that review later) However the Mustang has a big hood, and has those big safety-influenced A-Pillars so the first time driving it with the unfamiliar visibility issues isn’t really too fun, especially in a new city.

The car had the basic version of Sync, which basically only lets you use voice commands with bluetooth. I get that voice-command climate control is difficult without touch-screen climate (which I hear Ford is getting rid of, or at least scaling down in the near future), but it would be really handy if they carried over the Sync voice commands for radio. I hate surfing through XM/Sirius and it would be so much nicer to just say Car, play Sirius, BPM. (Not in those words for you Sync fans out there, but it’s more fun when doing a write-up to pretend that your car is a robot.)

The Ford Mustang also has the exact same noises and welcome sounds as a Lincoln. For a company that is trying to make their luxury brand seem more upscale and exclusive, it’s weird to keep such similarities in a “lower ranked” Ford.

Despite how it may sound, I didn’t hate the car at all. It drove really well, the radio, climate and settings were all easy to use, and there were lots of customization settings to change interior color lights, gauge lighting, etc. The seats were also very comfy and I didn’t mind them one bit for long trips.

I would recommend that anyone looking at this car get a manual transmission, or look at a different car if you need an automatic. The transmission was extremely sluggish and to this day I refuse to believe that there were 305 horsepowers coming from that engine. The plus side of the slushbox was that fuel economy was amazing. The car would love to jump up to the highest gear (and refuse to downshift unless you told it forcefully with your right foot) and we were averaging well over the advertised 31mpg. I think we made it from Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon and back on the equivalent of one tank of gas. (We filled it when we could since we didn’t want to risk running out of gas in the middle of nowhere so it wasn’t a straight trip with no fill-ups, though it would have been a nice experiment.)

I do have one important consumer warning about this car before I go. This thing is a vampire. It wants your blood. I dropped the lens cap to my camera under the seat one day, and I ended up bleeding from an edge that felt as sharp as knife under the seat. I know modern cars tend to stick lots of electronics under seats these days, but for how often I drop things I have never had an injury this bad from a car. My boyfriend also lost a bit of blood from a rough edge in the trunk when loading luggage, and later scraped his hand on some other part that I can’t recall.

So overall the car might be a little rough around the edges, but it’s a Mustang so I think that makes it ok.



Sadly this is the only picture you get today. I spent too much time running around taking pictures of canyons and fake pyramids and the poor Mustang was neglected except for this lone shot as we were packing up to catch (or miss…) our early morning flight.