When one thinks of cruising in a Ferrari, one immediately conjures images of a scenic shoreline drive in some cosmopolitan locale: the Grande Corniche in the French Riviera, the Pacific Coast Highway up by Malibu, Jumeirah Road in Dubai. But, as you know, this is no ordinary car column. So when the signores from Maranello recently passed me the stallion-embossed key to a titanium-colored California—the company’s curvaceous, ostensibly four-seat, hard-top convertible—I floored it through the entire southern half of New York State, and wended my way up to where the fragrant Niagara River empties into lovely Lake Erie. That’s right, I drove to Buffalo.
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