By Rob Einaudi

Editor-in-Chief

I sure can’t! Read Michael Sheehan’s article detailing the costs associated with owning a 1998 550 Maranello over at Sports Car Market

By John Coyle

Deputy Editor

My Dad grew up Irish in Italian-dominated South Philly, and he used to joke that his hyper-expressive Italian buddies wouldn’t be able to talk with their hands cuffed, because they seemed to need 15 distinct gestures to say anything. Anyway, provided there aren’t any weapons in the vicinity, I don’t think there are many things funnier than a pissed off Italian. So I loved this clip of an R8 rolling through Ferrari’s home turf.  And even though I don’t actually think Audi’s halo car looks so hot in red—Enzo’s Cavellinos have a lock on rosso—it makes sense for this spot. Enjoy.