After a year or so of Jaguar E-Type ownership ('There's nothing like Jaguar motoring!" D.S. Jenkinson was fond of writing in Motor Sport magazine), I had grown weary of breaking down at the side of the road albeit in some very picturesque locations--the California desert, the Malibu coastline, along Route 66 in Arizona--not to mention my own driveway when starting off on a much anticipated trip (!!). The Jaguar was like being married to the most beautiful and most temperamental woman in the world. I was the envy of everyone but few knew of the frustrations. If only I had a dollar for every time someone approached me as I sat in the car waiting for a tow truck to have them tell me how lucky I was to own such a beautiful car, we could dine out at Musso & Frank for a year! Well, of course, they were right, and yet... As beautiful as the Jaguar was (and still is, by any standard), I had always had a special reaction to Ferraris. Recuperating in the hospital after my head-on collision on the Ventura Freeway, I discovered Road & Track magazine and started familiarizing myself with the Italian brand and its history not to mention the legendary drivers who raced the cars from Maranello. I wanted a Ferrari but I wasn't yet old enough to drive much less own one. (Continued in comments) #ferrari #ferrariberlinettalusso #ferrarilife #haskellwexler #lasvegasstrip #filmmakerslife https://www.instagram.com/p/BqpmLfDlw1U/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ep5wg7yrvwt5