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About This Car
986 horses, three electric motors, and a throttle that turns silence into savagery in one stab
Sit down first. Before anything fires, before you touch the start button — just sit. The carbon-shell bucket seat locks you in tight. The wheel is thick, flat-bottomed, thumb-lined with switches lifted straight off a Formula 1 car. It's quiet. You thumb the ignition and still nothing dramatic happens, because the SF90 Spider can creep away on electric power alone — a Ferrari that whispers before it screams.
Then you bury the throttle.
The 4.0-litre twin-turbo V8 wakes up behind your head, and three electric motors join the fight instantly — no lag, no warning, just a wall of torque that slams you into the seat. This is hybrid warfare: silent-to-savage in under a second, an ambush disguised as a supercar.
Drop the roof and the drama gets louder. Wind, exhaust, boost — all of it hits you raw, unfiltered, immediate. This is a machine built for two extremes: the eerie electric hush through a hotel driveway at dawn, and the violent, physics-bending launch the second the road opens up. The automatic gearbox fires changes faster than thought, because at this level of aggression, you don't have time to manage a clutch. You point, you launch, you hold on.