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About This Car
Fourteen seconds to drop the roof and turn every head on the coast road — that's the whole point of this car
Fourteen seconds. That's how long it takes the Portofino's hardtop to fold itself away, and it's the most important number on the spec sheet. This is a Ferrari built around that moment — the one where steel becomes sky and the 3.9-litre twin-turbo V8 behind you suddenly sounds like it's singing just for the two of you.
There's real muscle under that charm, plenty of it, but the Portofino never asks you to prove anything. The eight-speed dual-clutch swaps gears with a silky, unbothered confidence, equally happy loping along a harbor front at walking pace or snapping through a canyon road with sudden, delicious urgency. Petrol-fed and effortlessly quick, it's the rare exotic that feels just as at home idling outside a beach club as it does devouring a coast highway at golden hour.
The cabin is warm, low-slung, cut for two with room to spare — this is a car for long lunches and longer drives, sunlight pouring over supple leather, wind doing all the talking.
Other Ferraris want to conquer a track. The Portofino wants to conquer an afternoon, a coastline, a person sitting next to you. Fourteen seconds, and the whole day changes shape.