EXT. INTERSECTION – DAY
A hilltop on the widest of open spaces on the hottest day of the year. Look a hundred miles in every cottonweed tumbling direction and there’s nothing. Suddenly, entering from opposite ends of the screen, two forms emerge, moving so fast they seem to materialize out of thin air. As they head directly at one another they come into full view. We see that one is a white Lamborghini, the other a red Ferrari.
They’re playing chicken. And it’s evident neither one is going to back down.
Just as they’re about to make impact, each of these supreme masterworks throws a handbrake U-turn-they skid to a nose-to-nose halt. Engines REV. Pirelli P Zero tires burn rubber. Each one has one headlight up and one down in a squint. They examine and size up one another, wondering who’ll make the move, until the Lambo speaks up.
Come stai? Hey…how ya doin. Don Gallardo of the Lamborghinis.
(blows steam from the grille)
Hey…how ya been. Don Scuderia of the Ferrari family.
I was told they’d be sending the regular f430 Spider coupe.
Yeah well I’m the brother, the stripped out and F1 track-inspired 430 Scuderia, with 20 more horsepower, a lot less weight, insane handling, and a superfast gearbox. And if truth be told, I was expecting the standard Gallardo model.
Our family is going in a slightly different direction. I’m the 2009 Gallardo LP560-4, with a new engine that has 39 more horsepower that’s shaved 0.2 seconds of the sprint speed of my predecessor.
There’s been too much twisted metal between our two families. I’m here to say we have to celebrate the fact that we both contribute to a cultural identity derived from the unique romanticism that only a true Italian supercar can offer.
Wanna say that in English, Einstein? Whatsamaddaforyou. Stugotz.
Mi scusi, Don Gallardo. What I’m sayin is, we’re works of art. And we gotta respect each other that way. Capice?
Capisco benissimo-I understand perfectly. Like I’m like, uh, Botticelli’s Birth of Venus.
Exactly. You’re a classic composition that packs a big punch; a metaphor of the fragility and defenselessness of us all in front of the powerful tempest of nature, yet one of such incontestable beauty that’s closer to a musical melody than your typical sports car. So what about me?
Well, if I had to say, you know, if it came down to it, you, you’re like the Mona Lisa.
Heyyyy, who you callin’ femmina?
I mean no disrespect, Don Scuderia. All I’m sayin is you got this kinda mystery wrapped in an enigma kind thing. You’re an untouchable born from F1. A metaphysical dimension still open to many interpretations. For example, one of your outstanding elements is your simple equation of more power and less weight. Freakin genius over here. Everything is placed with a sense of purpose and a logical relation among them. So, you wanna race?
Nah, not each other. Let’s break bread together.
You wanna go for some Italian?
I’m thinking more like German.
Yeah, I already had an Alfa for breakfast. I’m kinda in the mood for a little Porsche. Think you can keep up?
Keep up? Fuhgettaboutit.
They both laugh as they ZOOM away in the same direction and quickly
FADE TO WHITE
6 Speed Clutchless Manual
Automatic 6 Speed with Manual Mode
Rear Tires/Wheel Size