Another day on the books and the number one question that was asked of me today was, “Why?” My “why” might surprise some and I am prepared to hear the quiet laughs and heavy sighs, and maybe even see a few eyes roll when trying to explain myself. But, it’s my truth and through this process, the sharing of my truth will be my only rule.
The story of Ferruccio Lamborghini has always been a huge inspiration to me. I love that this highly motivated, or dare I use the word driven, man decided to create a car to compete with the “all knowing” and adored, Ferrari. From my understanding, Museo Ferrari pretty much blew off Ferruccio by telling him to mind his own business and go back to building tractors, when Ferruccio approached Museo about working to make the Ferrari a better racing car. I love what is written on the Lamborghini website about that moment in 1963, “When Ferruccio decided to build a super sports car to compete with Ferrari, many people thought he was mad. Constructing that kind of car was viewed as an unexplainable extravagance, a hazardous leap in the dark, and something that would squander his fortune without ever turning a profit.”
The man was an absolute bull, going after everything that he needed to make his new company, Automobili Ferruccio Lamborghini, a leader in super sports cars. He built an incredible factory, a lot like what Steve Jobs did at Pixar, brought in the best engineers and designers, and followed his vision to create an instant masterpiece, the 350 GTV.
I have carried this story with me since I was a teenager. I always freaked out whenever I saw any style Lamborghini on the street and always promised myself that I would drive one, and who knows, maybe even own one someday. I have tried for years to pretend my various cars: VW Bug, Honda Mini-Van, Ford Ranger, Ford Fusion and even my beloved, Subaru Forester, were really a Athon or Diablo, maybe even a Cala, or the new Aventador. The idea of any of them makes my heart race.
My “why” for choosing to visit Italy for my 40th birthday has much to do with needing to see the art, learn the history, stand in awe of the architecture and pump myself full of insulin for the food of course, but my soul needs to drive a Lamborghini through the streets of Italy.
I have 487 days to enroll myself in a bad-ass driving school. I found one here in Los Angeles, and after reviewing the costs and considering my Rosetta Stone purchase yesterday, I am thankful that I am planning ahead and have time to raise the funds necessary to make my dreams come true.