It's fun. Remember that word? Fun? With new supercars gliding with the tranquility of a Rolls (the MP4), and a fit and finish to match (the 458), new enthusiasts will likely never know what it is to climb into a Mad Bull, feeling that there's a real possibility that the thing has a mind of its own and is trying to hurt them. More's the pity on that, because it's part of understanding where the cultural phenomenon came from. To quote B.B. King, "the thrill is gone", or at least it's hard to reach, with all the gadgets and electronic nannies, and the car hobby in many ways is poorer for them. Also, there's flare and swagger, an identity and look that causes the public to stop everything they're doing to have a gander. I filled up at the local station and everyone cleared out of the place, even the cashier, just to walk around it and take in the iconic shape. Shamefully, I have to admit that I may have caused a small fender-bender, when a driver was too busy watching
Toro Bello go roaring by, and he bumped the car in front of him. It made me feel bad. Well, just a little.