The Tokyo American Club is offering any of their member who wants to, a test drive of a Ferrari. Done in concert with the local Ferrari dealership, all you have to do is make a reservation. My husband, Marc, is a real car guy and couldn’t resist taking the opportunity.
We originally had a morning appointment, but the morning in question was very rainy. Luckily, they had a 4pm appointment open. Who really wants to drive a Ferrari in the rain?
When we arrived, we were guided toward a seat in the showroom and given iced tea or iced coffee by a lovely, young Japanese woman. The man who would help us, Kawazoe-san, came out to greet us and in traditional Japanese form, bowed and exchanged business cards with Marc. He then asked Marc to sign a waiver. Note that he never, not once, asked to see Marc’s driver’s license.
It took a few minutes for them to process the paperwork and get the car “ready” – whatever that meant. But it gave Marc and me a few minutes to look around the showroom, which had five cars in it. Marc knew the horsepower, torque, engine size and capacity of each one. I just knew that they were cute – and red.
Finally it was time to go see the cars. In the sunlight, the California sparkled. It was red – like candy apple red. Marc took in his breath with excitement. Kawazoe-san showed him some of the finer points of the car and gave him pointers on driving. He then squeezed himself into the tiny back seat so I could sit shotgun.
Kawazoe-san had a route in mind for Marc, which took him essentially under the Rainbow Bridge and into Daiba, where the streets are wider and less crowded so Marc could really open it up and feel the car. There’s only one word in my vocabulary for the experience: exhilarating. We had the top down and cruised through town like we hadn’t a care in the world. The whole thing lasted perhaps twenty-five or thirty minutes, but it was a week’s worth of fun all compacted.
When we got back to the dealership, Marc traded cars to the 458. I could not ride along on that once since it is a two-seater. I took a few photos of him with the car, but then went on my way.
Marc says that the most amazing part for him was hitting sixty miles per hour or so and then putting the pedal to the floor and getting pushed back in the seat as the RPMs hit 8000. He keeps talking about the BBC “Top Gear” guy who shouts out “what a machine!” with great glee during his test drive. I think if Marc wasn’t self conscious, he might have done the same!
All in all, it was a great experience – a heady one – and one we won’t soon forget. It was a great Tokyo moment.