When I first drove the SF90 back in the weird summer of 2020, and in the hills not far from here, what blew me away was how fast it got itself out of corners. Inside, I felt like a tennis ball: roundabout, thwack, tight bend, thwack, open curve, thwack, hairpin, thwack. It was a physical bombardment and I was in the firing line.
And now Ferrari has built a faster SF90. More aero. More grip. But how it gets itself out of corners remains the most remarkable thing. At least dynamically speaking. But put dynamics to one side and there’s something even more remarkable: that the car exists at all.
My God there must have been some fights, scuffles and scrapes in the corridors of power at Maranello about whether to lend the hallowed XX label to the SF90. This
