Ferraris were born from racing and principled leadership. Their owners were, back in the day, true enthusiasts, many of them amateur racers. The Ferrari V-12 engine was a beast, producing smooth, turbine-like power and a sound like no other. The cars were almost always stunning to look at, and all looked incredible in red. They smelled wonderful, and required strength and skill to drive. They were a car for a certain type of man. Ferrari Corporate, with this abomination of a vehicle, has signaled that they no longer care about that man; their quarterly bottom line is now more important.
It would be interesting to know how many of the buyers of this thing are women.
Or womanly men.