So I don’t usually get too excited about cars. Working and living in Vegas has exposed me to so many supercars, exotics, and ridiculously built vehicles that I feel like I’m almost numb to it. Its seems to take something special to make me look twice anymore. I like ferrari’s, and I ran into (not literally…yer’ welcome State Farm Insurance) Ferrari’s flagship, the Enzo. He was kind enough to be stuck in traffic with me so I could keep up and snap some window shots.
Enzo Front

Enzo Frontside

As I was passing him I expected to hear the gearie high pitched whine that Ferrari’s always sound like. Instead this thing ROARED at me. Throaty deep and loud. I approve Mr. Ferrari.

Enzo rear

Then 10 minutes later I encountered this specimine:

Big Truck

Gotta love American Excess.