Okay, so I'm diddling along on a Friday afternoon on one of Kowloon's staid motorways near the old Kai Tak Airport (those who've been to Hong Kong will know what I'm talking about) in my modest little silver NSX and generally being nonchalant toward the coercion of many a Supra RZ, Maserati 3200GT, a truly malevolent MR2 with a huge air-intake duct on its roof, and one particularly gung-ho fellow in a highly-modified and bewinged charcoal grey S2000, all of whom have in turn come storming up behind me and, much to their chagrin, found me unwilling to play, thus having no choice but to move on and find other drivers to harrass, when suddenly the old Spidey Sense comes a-tingling and my rearview mirror was unavoidably filled by the image of a blood-red blur of metal and glass with a yellow prancing horse on its hood.
But wait, this was no ordinary Ferrari. I mean, in a town like Hong Kong, where 360 Modenas and 550 Maranellos are literally everywhere, and where Porsche 911s and Boxsters virtually outnumber taxis, it'd have to be a pretty unique car to really get you noticed. And boy, did I notice this one, for looming large in my mirrors was none other than the reigning champion of Italian machismo, the paragon of automotive fantasies...yep, it was a Ferrari Enzo.
Fortunately for me, I had my right foot already halfway buried in the accelerator as I was about to enter one of the few enjoyable sections of this particular stretch of highway, and so at the very least, it didn't appear as if the Enzo was going to go past me like I was standing still.
And who would have thunk it? With the tangled web of traffic that Hong Kong's notoriously famous for, I was actually keeping up with him for a while (just doing my part to uphold the honour of NSXers the world over, hehe...) when we both had the good humour of slowing down to ensure that the traffic police (see picture below) giving out a citation (Is Chevrolet still building those? - Ed.) to a lorry driver on the opposite side of the road would see the both of us (one suspects the policeman only had eyes for the Ferrari though... ).
Anyway, the encounter was brief, but the wail of the Enzo's engine was intoxicating and this little interlude will probably remain emblazoned in my automotive memory for years to come. I wonder if that was Demi Moore behind the wheel.
But wait, this was no ordinary Ferrari. I mean, in a town like Hong Kong, where 360 Modenas and 550 Maranellos are literally everywhere, and where Porsche 911s and Boxsters virtually outnumber taxis, it'd have to be a pretty unique car to really get you noticed. And boy, did I notice this one, for looming large in my mirrors was none other than the reigning champion of Italian machismo, the paragon of automotive fantasies...yep, it was a Ferrari Enzo.
Fortunately for me, I had my right foot already halfway buried in the accelerator as I was about to enter one of the few enjoyable sections of this particular stretch of highway, and so at the very least, it didn't appear as if the Enzo was going to go past me like I was standing still.
And who would have thunk it? With the tangled web of traffic that Hong Kong's notoriously famous for, I was actually keeping up with him for a while (just doing my part to uphold the honour of NSXers the world over, hehe...) when we both had the good humour of slowing down to ensure that the traffic police (see picture below) giving out a citation (Is Chevrolet still building those? - Ed.) to a lorry driver on the opposite side of the road would see the both of us (one suspects the policeman only had eyes for the Ferrari though... ).Anyway, the encounter was brief, but the wail of the Enzo's engine was intoxicating and this little interlude will probably remain emblazoned in my automotive memory for years to come. I wonder if that was Demi Moore behind the wheel.
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