The phat lady sings
With its deep whirring, warbles and roars, the F430 Spider is an opera and a rock concert in one gorgeous package.
You would think, given the Ferrari F430 Spider's unearthly good looks — its sheet metal like a fierce, turbulent flow of molten lipstick — that the car would primarily be a visual experience. And yet, as I sit here reflecting on my week in this car, my brain trembling with San Andreas-like aftershocks and my hair fully locked in the horizontal position, what I remember most is its sound — or sounds. This thing has more voices than Linda Blair in full antichrist mode.
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