While this post can be enjoyed independent from Part I, reading Part I will give you a bit more context.
Car Guys Are Everywhere
No matter where in the world I travel, I’m always pleasantly surprise to see the local car culture. Why not? Every place has its collection of sport car aficionados. If you need an ice-breaker as a visiting car guy at a party, just about anywhere on this planet, just start talking about Formula 1 racing.
People would ask me the classic, what do you do, and I would let them know about MSCA. Formula 1 came up during each conversation. In a place like Lagos, Nigeria, if you’d never been there or knew much about Lagosians, you’d never expect anyone to have anything fancier than a Mercedes Benz.
A Ferrari Drives Into A Hotel…
However, it’s just about being in the right place at the right time. The right place for me happened to be outside the lobby of the Intercontinental Hotel, in Victoria Island, Lagos.
I had just finished dinner with extended family and friends and we were preparing to head out to our respective destinations, minus our host, who was staying at the hotel. If you’re Nigerian or have considerable experience within Nigerian culture, you know it’s rarely a quick goodbye. Nigerian farewells are known to be drawn out; especially after a good time with good food, drink, and company.
About twenty minutes into our goodbye, one of the valets, asked if we could give him some room to park a hotel guest’s vehicle. We moved aside. Moments later we saw what looked like a light blue, Ferrari F12 Berlinetta rumble up and maneuver into the spot we just vacated.
Why I Don’t Have A Picture Of The Actual Ferrari
I won’t lie, although it wasn’t my favorite Ferrari, that Berlinetta looked good. Very clean, and very tear-rubba new. However, I couldn’t help myself, and began to wonder out load, why would anyone drive a Ferrari on a road as $#!++y as the one in front of us, to this hotel?
Just when I had finished by palava (sic) on the potential damage to the Ferrari’s wheels, the cost of repair, and began to say, well if the owner could afford…we were interrupted. Out of nowhere, the smartly dressed owner brusquely stormed through us and over to the driver’s side of the Ferrari. We all exchanged sheepish looks, but especially yours truly.
The tall and well-dressed brother was quite disgruntled. Although, rather than just let him drive off in a huff, I introduced myself, and gave him my card. I explained I meant no disrespect. It was just being a sport car guy, I felt the street the hotel was on wasn’t worthy of most cars, yet alone a proper Ferrari.
He gave me the dignity of at least taking and looking at my card, before he jumped in his car and drove off. That’s when I realized, I had forgotten to take a picture of the Ferrari all the while we had been gabbing.
Later, my relative told me he was surprised I hadn’t checked out the Porsche dealership across the street from the hotel. Crap! I had been by the hotel at least half-a-dozen times, and it never occurred to me. Strike two.
I will plan better next time, and perhaps see if I can pull together a cars and coffee event during my next visit.