I climb into the cherry road cockpit of the Ferrari, nervous.
“I haven’t been behind the wheel of a car in months,” I explain to my instructor, clad in a jumpsuit the same bright red color as the car, the Ferrari emblem on his chest.
He smiles and then leans over the car, showing me the various gadgets in front of me. I’d tell you what they were, but it’s car talk, and I don’t speak car talk. The only thing I remember is the switch to hit when I want to go fast (I don’t) and to kick it into manual (which I have never driven before).
“OK,” he says after his how-to-drive-a-Ferrari tutorial. “Ready?”
I cringe, smile, and then I’m off.