Q: How long have you owned this car?
A: I've owned the 328 for almost seven years now and have put almost 40,000 kilometers on the odometer. The car has never missed a beat and has always taken Italian mountain passes and German autobahns in stride, vaporizing any myths about Ferrari unreliability.
Q: How did you find this car and know that it was the right one for you?
A: One November evening I was browsing the UK eBay site for interesting left-hand-drive cars and found an ad for a Ferrari 328 GTS. I was a registered member on ferrarichat.com, and it turned out that Marc, the owner, had quite a long history of posts on the site. After reading his history with this car, I understood that the owner was also a fellow car nut, and that the 328 had been well cared for, but that he was selling it due to a recent itch he'd gotten for the flat twelve—he was planning to buy a 512 TR.
When I posted a question about the car on the site, a number of forum members from across Europe, who knew Marc and the car, all chipped in with their comments that it was a great example. I asked my wife what she thought of buying it, and to my amazement her reply was, "Do it if it makes you happy."
I asked again and then booked a low-cost flight to London to see the Ferrari. As I walked into the Luton Airport car park, I saw the timeless, red shape that I had flown 1,000 miles to inspect. We went for a drive back to Marc's house, I kicked the tyres, rubbed my forehead (un)knowingly, poked around, and after some haggling, we shook hands and a deal was made. (To Marc, the whole situation must have been just as bizarre. Three days earlier, he'd received at call from a stranger in Poland who wanted to buy his Ferrari (I'm sure all the Nigerian eBay scams immediately came to his mind).)
A week later I was back in London with my GPS and ready to jump in and drive my new Ferrari across northern Europe back to Poland in the middle of December. The first day was awful. There was a hurricane in the English Channel, and no ferries were operating. I somehow managed to grab a place on the tunnel train, and as I arrived in France on a miserable, wet Friday evening, with rain pouring down and windows misting up, I couldn't find a comfortable driving position. On top of that, the surrounding trucks all seemed to want to run over my little Ferrari. I arrived at a small hotel in Germany, exhausted, and fell asleep thinking, "What the hell have I done?"
When I woke up the next day, the rain had cleared, the sun was out, and the autobahn was empty. I fiddled with the two seat adjustment levers to try an outrageous, half-reclined, short-leg, long-arm position, and it actually turned out to be comfortable. The V8 bellowed on start up, and as I pulled into the dry, empty autobahn, everything clicked into place. The sound, the sight over the bonnet with the raised headlights as place markers, the thumbs up from the German family in their Golf, accelerating easily to speeds well beyond 200 kilometers per hour on the unrestricted Berlin ring road… I knew I had made the right decision.