When I was in the army back in the 60s I had a barracks mate who, oddly enough, owned a Ferrari.
What a beautiful car! Everything in it was hand made, from engine to the walnut paneled dashboard. Even the window cranks were hand-made. The leather must have been chosen by someone who picked through a warehouse full of hides, choosing only the very best.
(Denny Crane: "I Don't Want To Socialize With A Pinko Liberal Democrat Commie. Say What You Like About Republicans. We Stick To Our Convictions. Even When We Know We're Dead Wrong.")