Join me for a moment in 1985. You’re walking down the high street in your brand new Air Jordans, stepping in time to the bassline of Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s ‘Relax’ hissing from your Sony Walkman headphones. It’s been out a while, but it’s still catchy.
You don’t hear the blare of the approaching 4.9-litre flat-12 engine over your right shoulder, but you’re stopped dead in your tracks as one of the very first Ferrari Testarossas in the country growls past you at hip height, all strakes, girth and pungent fumes.
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