but there's nothing quite like the fucking howl coming out of the maranello plant, when all's said and done. gto. 1962. just sick. daytona, bern.boxer, testarossa, f40, enzo and the latest and greatest street legal italia and 599's. even the "sedate" familyish 612 doesn't do a good job of hiding the 12 over 80 when you're paddle shifting within their rpm ranges twice what an a5 sets them at. 200 for a 4-seater that weighs something's just not much of a disguise. the 430 shooting blue flames from the tailpipes accelerating on the highway as it zips by a m5 or 997gt2 is sick, the 458 not even having a real top speed's sicker. those 2 are measured in laps not 1/4 miles, only gt3's can hang with them on good days. the faster 2 599's on a grand prix course would shame any supercar you can buy right now, the pure juice and gto-history of design is straightline fast then leaves a lambo or mclaren looking at red looking more and more like a distant dot as the curves come along.