In A Haze

The Words 'Two Into One' Will Never Be the Same Again. Welcome the Gtc4 Lusso T.

- Raunak Ajinkya

Think ‘Ferrari’ and a variety of numbers and images come to mind. I did a little experiment with a few friends to come up with the first three things that came to mind when they thought of the historic brand, and not one registered a GT. Now, If I were at the helm, I’d consider this a good thing. Diluting a name synonymous with outrageous performance and a smothering of red to something that’ll help pack in the family and a bundle of clothes on a long-ish road trip isn’t quite what Ferraris are built for.

It seemed natural, then, that I walked up to the GTC4 Lusso T that morning fully expecting to not have my brains blown out. ‘Another stroll in the park,’

I thought to myself. ‘You’re going to want to take it easy on the way out, bud. Find a good road and then, and only then, give it all it’s got,’ lamented the Ferrari chap who handed me the key. I racked my brains at this point to think of a time in history when (if ever) a dishwasher came with a caution note. How bad could it be?

Roughly 20 minutes out, and I was ready to give myself a pat on the back. I’d been chugging along in the GTC4 at roughly 60 kph in 7th gear. None of my teeth were loose yet, there seemed to be an unnatural amount of space in the cabin around me, I was having a relatively easy time not banging into other cars around me despite its immense width, and my thoughts were already diverting to what I could be having for lunch that afternoon. And the strangest bit: seeing as it’s a really long wheelbase for a Ferrari, I initially crab-walked each speed breaker I came across, but a while later I stopped doing that, too. It took even the worst of them with a stupid amount of ease. This wasn’t what I was hoping far. My cat’s fight to the death with a piece of string had been more engaging.