5/5 Michael B. 5 months ago on Google
As
we
men
get
older,
it
gets
harder
and
harder
for
our
partners
to
buy
us
unique
gifts.
My
wife,
I
would
have
to
say
has
brought
me
another
absolute
cracker;
a
day
driving
supercars
with
Prancing
Horse.
My
previous
mind-blowing
treat
for
a
previous
birthday
was
a
flight
in
a
fighter
jet,
however
I
would
have
to
say
that
driving
4
of
the
world’s
leading
supercars
in
the
Adelaide
Hills
may
have
just
surpassed
that
thrill.
Prancing
Horse
started
at
the
prestigious
Lofty
House,
where
I
was
introduced
to
Matt,
Jessie
and
Erik
(their
personal
professional
photographer).
After
a
little
caffeine
we
did
a
lucky
dip
for
whom
would
take
which
of
the
cars
first,
I
happened
to
start
in
the
Lamborghini
Huracan,
a
dark
grey
beast
that
looks
more
like
a
21st
century
fighter
plane
than
a
regular
conveyance.
The
cockpit
of
this
missile,
like
the
other
3
cars,
have
plenty
of
unusual
and
exciting
appointments
which
Matt
and
Jessie
gladly
run
over
to
ensure
you
can
really
get
the
idea
of
how
these
cars
operate.
Once
seated
and
belted
in
I
hit
the
start
button
and
this
weapon
roared
into
life.
The
two-way
radio
comes
to
life
as
Jessie
takes
to
the
station
telling
our
little
motorcade
to
ease
out
of
the
Lofty
House
carpark.
Leading
the
start
was
Matt
&
Jessie
in
the
Lotus,
Dean
&
Annalee
in
the
Ferrari,
followed
by
our
car,
then
Erik
and
Ben
taking
up
the
rear
in
the
McLaren.
The
plan
was
for
everyone
to
change
cars
throughout
the
day
plus
of
course
change
drivers
so
that
everyone
got
a
chance
to
try
all
the
cars.
In
fact,
my
wife
Sharon
said
openly
“No
you
drive
it
all
honey,
it’s
your
day”.
I
said
“ok”,
that
was
about
to
change.
Matt
&
Jessie
hit
the
main
hills
road
and
we
were
off,
and
quickly.
I
don’t
think
I
hit
3rd
gear
on
the
paddle
of
this
insane
Italian
slayer
before
I
loudly
yelled
to
Sharon
“You
MUST
drive
this
car,
it
is
incredible”.
I
found
it
hard
to
verbalise
my
words
as
I
had
a
smile
like
that
of
the
joker.
The
smile
got
wider,
the
turns
got
quicker
my
heart
stayed
up
there
with
the
Tachometer
as
I
raced
this
machine
in
and
through
these
beautiful
hills.
Oh
boy
the
fun,
was
electrifying.
I
think
when
we
made
our
first
initial
stop
I
must
have
looked
like
a
clown
as
I
was
smiling
that
hard.
Matt
goes
“Oh
we
live
off
the
smiles”.
Funny
as
all
the
drivers
were
doing
the
same,
grinning
and
laughing
like
banshees.
A
quick
driver
swap
with
Sharon
and
no
sooner
had
she
put
her
toe
towards
the
firewall
on
the
fire
breathing
masterpiece
she
yelled
out
“Oh
wow
I
want
one”.
She
too
had
been
bitten
by
this
cheeky
Italian
beast.
I
watched
as
she
started
to
smile
and
glow
as
she
tapped
through
the
gears,
apexing
into
corners,
pressing
on
the
gas
and
racing
toward
another
chicane.
The
lunch
bell
rang
as
we
again
needed
food
and
water
like
cowboys
on
an
old
western
cattle
drive.
Lane
Vineyard
was
the
call
and
in
we
rolled,
up
a
conifer
lined
driveway,
and
there
she
sat
a
stunning
restaurant
which
was
set
for
our
arrival
complete
with
charming
staff
and
an
ala
carte
menu
that
did
not
disappoint.
Breads,
entrees,
mains,
and
deserts
all
on
offer,
and
simply
delicious;
all
part
of
the
Prancing
Horse
package.
I
could
go
on
and
write
a
short
story
book
about
this
day,
it
was
mind
blowing.
I
have
told
EVERYONE
that
if
they
have
just
the
slightest
pension
for
cars,
speed,
exhilaration,
or
something
just
bloody
awesome
then
get
onto
one
of
these
driving
days.
I
cannot
talk
highly
enough
of
Matt,
Jessie
and
Erik,
just
lovely
people
and
they
have
this
operation
down
to
a
fine
art.
8
hours,
yes
8
hours
of
absolute
white
knuckle
driving
through
the
Adelaide
Hills
in
some
of
the
finest
cars
money
can
buy
is
simply
breath
taking.
I
think
we
travelled
over
200
kilometres,
rarely
meeting
the
same
road,
it
was
all
different
and
stunning.
I
left
that
day
totally
sated,
my
thirst
had
been
well
and
truly
quenched.
Could
they
have
done
any
more?
No.
Could
you
surpass
the
experience?
Doubt
it.
Prancing
Horse
and
their
Team
10/10.
We
will
return
for
sure;
it
was
that
good.
Bravo!
