Only driving is better

The Ferrari Roma is beautiful. And it wants people to look at it. Because a lot of things are happening.
Text Matthias Mederer
Photo Matthias Mederer · ramp.pictures

A bright photo studio in Hamburg. Silver-grey Ferrari. The play of light and shadow thanks to the morning low sun stretches over the Italian sculpture. Soft lines, almost lustful curves, good proportions. The first impression leaves one puzzling about a lot of unqualified stuff, which one had to read like this on various platforms. Amazingly clean, no frills, no unnecessary beading … This is how we meet the Ferrari Roma. The cappuccino is a tasteful reminiscence of the true Italian joie de vivre. It's actually very good.

The design tradition of Ferrari wants a new Ferrari to always stand on its own. A somewhat uninspired retro design has never existed and will never exist in Maranello. The style-conscious Italians are firstly too proud of this and secondly they are also too passionate about it. It would be correspondingly bourgeois and petty-minded at this point to consider who or what this new Ferrari might remind us of - or not. The Ferrari Roma is the Ferrari Roma. Period.

However, this Ferrari has one major - if not the most decisive - optical flaw: it lacks a license plate at the rear including the corresponding road registration. The key has been generously left to us, but not a registration for public roads. V8 turbo, 620 hp, rear-wheel drive Italian tailor-made suit, made of fine carbon and aluminium, sewn and larded with highly developed drive technology, tuned among other things on the legendary in-house test track of Fiorano. »Mama-mia!« Only drive it we can’t. Actually.

Actually, the car's not exactly in the correct position in the room. So we got in. Engine start! The V8 biturbo gurgles sharply into the room, the sound waves bounce back from the walls and ceiling. Of course, we left the driver's door open during the starting process. Unfiltered sound and adrenalin shoot into the body in equal measure, directly firing up all the pleasure centers, painting chains of associations of night rides, as unspeakably passionate as a sultry hot summer evening in a Cuban bar with Salma Hayek.

Not that we have ever experienced this, but a Ferrari has always stimulated the imagination to a very special degree. A little bit of Revving in neutral finishes us.

… First gear. Slightly rolling forward on the right. Stop. Reverse, roll back a little bit. Back in first gear. Stop. All right, now that Ferrari is in the right place. I'll let the engine idle for a few more strokes. A gentle gasp… What could we experience, if only we could? Enough dreaming. Back to reality. Back to the job. A push of a button instantly chokes any sound. That's it. At least for today.




Ferrari Roma

Engine: V-eight-cylinder turbo engine
Engine capacity: 3,855 cc
Power: 456 kW (620 HP)
Max. torque: 720 Nm at 3,000-5,750 rpm
Acceleration: 0-100 km/h in 3.4 s
Vmax: >320 km/h


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