We were at a Model S delivery party last weekend where there were half a dozen Model S owners and a Ferrari owner with his car there. Perhaps everyone was asking for rides, or perhaps he was pushing his car on people, I don't know. All I know is that about every five minutes I heard the leaf-blower start up and race away, heard him for a long time speeding through the hills, would eventually calm to quiet and then he'd streak in and swap passengers. It felt like a lot of 'look at me', or rather 'listen to me'.
Beautiful, but noisy.
Dated a couple of those types, but preferred and married the elegant, demure type who never said 'look at me'. They didn't have to, you just did. (OK sort of OT, but you get the metaphor).
Back on-topic, I didn't take a ride, and more importantly, I didn't want to.
He may not be Ferrari's chair for long (read article for reference).