KISS OF THE SPIDER

Prestige travels to the Italian island of Sardinia to drive Ferrari's latest convertible. It goes without saying we're infatuated. Instantly.

- JON WALL

It’s just after eight in the morning and the sun has already climbed high in the cloudless Mediterranean sky. Ahead of me, through the windscreen, the road—mercifully almost entirely free of other traffic—snakes enticingly along a deeply indented coastline from which a deep blue sea stretches away to the horizon and, beyond that, the northern coast of Africa. Even forgetting the vehicle I’m sitting in, it’s the kind of scene I fantasise about whenever I ease myself into the driver’s seat. But the car—oh my lord, the car. I’ve only been behind the wheel for 15 minutes, but it’s already crystal clear that Ferrari’s new Roma Spider, which I’ve flown to the Italian island of Sardinia to spend the next few hours throwing around on these blissfully deserted byways, verges on the sublime.