mosok cars: Ferrari f430 interior

But instead of calling out the cops or helicopters with rocket launchers the way we would in America, the natives exulted as we barreled through their towns. Children shrieked and jumped up and down excitedly to the accompaniment of squealing, folded-under Multipla tires and the popping and farting of Ferrari's brilliant V-8 on the overrun. Thick-waisted middle-aged women looked up from their chicken tending and smiled, while old folks stopped shuffling long enough to look, nod, and sometimes even wave. Of course, we told ourselves, we were in Ferrari country. It might be different if we were trying this stuff in a yellow Hummer.