I WOKE UP ONE MORNING IN LATE March to the preposterous news that Italian authorities had foiled a plot to abscond with the body of the late Enzo Ferrari and demand a ransom from his namesake company for its return. The report I read said the scheme involved some 34 suspects, helicopters and paratroopers, and (one has to assume) a whole lotta lambrusco. At any rate, the bad guys lost, and in his above-ground tomb near Ferrari's headquarters in Maranello, Il Commendatore's remains remain. Besides, had the body snatchers been successful, I'm not at all sure Ferrari would've paid up anyway. You can empty the coffin, but Enzo's bones, his life blood, his soul are still right there for anyone to admire and venerate in every road and racing car ever to wear the Prancing Horse.
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