Ferrari SA Aperta : vos plus belles photos et vidéos

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Présentée à Paris lors du Mondial de l'Automobile 2010, la SA Aperta est la version découvrable de la Ferrari 599 GTB.

Elle est équipée du moteur de la Ferrari 599 GTO. Destinée à célébrer les 80 ans de la maison Pininfarina, la Ferrari SA Aperta est prévue à 80 exemplaires seulement ... qui seraient tous vendus !

Ce que beaucoup trouvent curieux, c'est que depuis le Mondial de Paris, il n'y ait plus aucune nouvelle de cette Ferrari.

Aucune livraison apparemment, aucune photo sur internet, même pas un spyshot pris près de l'usine !

Et vous, que pensez-vous de la Ferrari SA Aperta ? Que pensez-vous de sa "disparition" ?

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Les photos officielles transmises par Ferrari :

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Quelques combinaisons possibles sur le configurateur Ferrari.

La Ferrari SA Aperta est disponible en 5 coloris "seulement".

Laquelle préférez-vous ?

Le nouveau Giallo Tristato (trois couches de peinture) :

Nero Stellato :

Rosso Dino :

Rosso Fuoco :

Blu Electrico :

[sebastienc 2]

quelle beauté !

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Petite information concernant la Ferrari SA Aperta, reçue aujourd'hui à la concession Pozzi Paris : 2 allocations seulement pour Pozzi Paris, donc tous les clients n'ont pas pu être satisfaits.

Comme nous n'en avons toujours pas vues dans la rue (même en photo), je pense qu'elles n'ont pas encore été livrées. Je n'ai pas eu la présence d'esprit de poser la question.

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Aucun interet,du pur marketing mal ficelé avec des fautes de gouts et du recyclage en tout genre pour donner l impression d un produit exeptionnel ,qui est en fin de compte que très banal eut égard le tarif de vente... >

La GTO est,quand à elle,un produit exeptionnel...

Sinon,le bleu et l orange semblent superbes...

[phc 8]

du même avis que toi pour rien au monde je n échangerais ma GTO pour une aperta

j' ai dis et c est mon dernier mot

phc

[sebastienc 2]

C'est étonnant Phc mais je te comprends

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La Ferrari SA Aperta à la Galleria Ferrari :

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La Ferrari SA Aperta équipée de son toit en toile en tests à Maranello après sortie de la chaine de production :

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Tous les détails en vidéo de la 599 SA Aperta présentée au musée Ferrari de Maranello :

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Merci beaucoup !!!!  ;D

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L'essai dans le magazine Top Gear de la Ferrari SA Aperta par Tom Ford (édition Avril 2011) :

Fraud. A small and pernicious little word that loops irritatingly – in various sing-song phrases – through my head as we drive through the chocolate-box Italian Riviera in a bright red, roofless Ferrari SA Aperta. A scene so perfect it should include a glamorous sequin-sheathed supermodel, a casino, kittens peeping cutely from a wellington boot and possibly the retching sound of someone choking on a cliché. Seriously, this couldn’t be more perfect. The pastel shades of the jumbled seaside houses, the livid greens and blues of the twinkly ocean, the warming thrust of spring sunshine straight through the middle of your chest and into your soul.

We pull over briefly, and an old man pedals past on a bicycle held together by rust and sweet nothings, waving his red Ferrari hat and shouting "Bella macchina!" He wobbles so viciously, shakily trying to offer homage in the face of a geriatric sense of unbalance, that I'm afraid he'll fall off and hurt himself. Or more pertinently, the Ferrari. Within seconds, a small, appreciative crowd has gathered around the Modenese invader, and precisely no one, even when they have seen me arrive, park and lever out of the driving seat, thinks that I am the owner. I know why. The only fly in the ambience appears to be, embarrassingly, me. I should be black-tied to suit the mood, but I'm looking like tramp-chic gold at the homeless Olympics. Hence feeling like a fraud. Oops.

It doesn't help that the Ferrari is show-stoppingly arresting. This particular car is slicked in triple-layer paint so deep that it makes you want to lick it, and the clearcoat lounges so liquidly on the Aperta's bodywork that you fear it may slide right off. It's like an old-fashioned hot-rod candy colour, lacquered to triple dimensions. It adorns a car designed and produced to celebrate the 80th anniversary of styling house Pininfarina (Sergio and Andrea is the ‘SA' bit; ‘Aperta' means ‘open' in Italian).

It is based on the Ferrari 599 GTB, but without a roof, with bespoke bodywork and the 661bhp V12 motor, gearbox and drivetrain from the rabid 599 GTO. Oh, and a 12-into-two exhaust system virtually identical to the one fitted to the 599XX racing car. Which does not bode well for onlookers of a nervous disposition. And the Aperta - like that 599XX - is a car not so much ephemeral as extinct; all 80 examples sold before production started, even at the stiff asking price of £360k. TopGear is the only magazine in the world to drive it. A fact that perches in the forefront of your mind during urban Italian driving, where medieval streets meet lazy traffic enforcement. Streets where everyone is looking. And smiling. And pointing. I'm not surprised.

Obviously the roof's gone, but the flying buttresses haven't, replaced by composite efforts in a matt silver finish that complements the cut-down and strengthened windscreen. The front grille is new, as is the entire front bumper, and there's a new design for the sill covers wrought in carbon fibre. The bootlid is aluminium, heavy on the curvy superforming, and the rear end has a custom bumper housing a contrast-effect venturi also in silver, with ‘chrome shadow' 20-inch five-spoke Ferrari rims, a redesigned interior and new and fantastic sports seats completing the package. It should, in all honesty, look like a bit of a dog's dinner. It doesn't. It looks bloody amazing. And even below 2,000rpm, it makes the kind of noise that draws the attention like the ball at a tennis match. At one point, I started the car some 30 yards from a seaside café, and 60 heads all snapped round in unison. Subtle? Not very.

But tooling it around town in the sunshine, you do get it. This is a playboy Ferrari for the oligarch-rich, a wanton bit of rosso whimsy destined to be spirited away to collections and be preserved in automotive aspic, stuck in the endless cloying amber of some rich blokes' replacement for his self-worth.

It's not meant to be a practical and everyday tool. The ‘emergency roof' takes fiddly minutes to fit, and even though it looks good and works well, isn't rated past 80mph. And although the boot is bigger than the 599's, it will probably never see serious use. Yes it sounds amazing even at low-range rpm and, yes, it looks suitably heart-stopping, but here in town it rides too well to possibly be fully committed and tootles too easily. In fact, it feels suspiciously unlike the 599 even though it has the 661bhp engine and drivetrain from the crackers GTO. After a bit, I'm relaxed in the knowledge that this car is a poseur's irrelevance, and my preconceptions are comfortingly sated.

In one of the galaxy's infinite little sadisms, I'm not even allowed the lack of self-awareness that would allow me to drive a car like this through this kind of place without feeling like - let's face it - a bit of a t******. Deep down, I'm loving every second, but that feeling is fighting through a deep layer of British reserve to wave its sparkly little hands above the parapet of my psyche. There are people around here wearing watches worth more than me, and you sense their easy richness because they have hair not cut, but coiffured, and wear fuchsia cashmere jumpers wound artfully around their shoulders. Nobody but the mega-rich do that. There's probably a law.

So we wind out and through the tight little villages and away from the oppressive attention of the seaside, wincing and sucking in tight little breaths as we round blind corners on half-width roads, listening for the last-minute warning toots of oncoming lorries and coaches. Eventually the houses peter out, the road wiggles a couple of times and opens. Convinced the Aperta is more about shout and show than grip and go, I flick the manettino from Sport to Race, drop a couple of gears and firmly snap the throttle pedal to the stop like a proper driver might. In the brief milliseconds it takes the gearbox to flicker between ratios, I genuinely believe that I hear the sound of a very large engine taking a very large breath. It is the automotive equivalent of hearing the pin tinkle out of a grenade.

And then God punches me in the forehead.

My head snaps back against the rest, my lungs gently bow backwards to embrace my spine and I swear the hairs on my chest all line up. The Aperta spews itself up the road in a scrabbling, furious bellow, wheelspinning in first, second, third, fourth. It's fifth before the car hooks up. Fifth. In the dry. The car might well be capable of 62mph from rest in 3.6 seconds on a sticky drag strip, but try it on the road with the traction off, and I seriously think you'll struggle to find the grip in the face of the engine's delivery.

The gearbox flicks between ratios with barely believable speed, dodging between gear ratios six per cent lower than a standard GTB in just 60 milliseconds. An F1 car only takes 45. Downshifts take 120 milliseconds - you can ‘multiple downshift' like the GTO by holding the left-hand paddle - and are accompanied, should you be going fast enough, by a rev-matching bark so loud it makes you flinch, followed by a full racing car overrun cackle you could light fires with. It is absolutely, without caveat, bonkers. Glorious. Then I look down and realise that I've been short-shifting at 6,500rpm. That this V12 engine, this animate collection of inanimate bits, redlines at 8,400rpm. So I hook third to see what that feels like. As it nears 6,000rpm, I'm expecting a lessening of the brutality, a softening of the push. But it just goes. Again.

It's like using a running F1-car's exhaust as an ear-trumpet, an amplified dentist's drill that winds through the revs as if the bottom of the needle on the rev-counter has suddenly become a lead weight. Peak power arrives at 8,250. Peak torque at 6,500. And although I've driven faster cars, I've never, ever driven anything that sounds like this. So loud it actually hurts. I giggle childishly and wonder how the hell I'm going to write anything that even vaguely resembles this experience. And the truth is, I can only tell you that this is the loudest, most insane noise I've ever heard from a car this side of Le Mans or an F1 pitlane. There's a new bespoke stereo in the Aperta. I never even thought to switch it on.

It handles too, neatly forcing me to eat my metaphorical hat, though not quite as fearsomely as the noise would suggest. It feels more elastic than a pure road racer, even though it's lower and the spring rates have been increased significantly over a 599. The rear anti-rollbar is thicker, the centre of gravity is 10mm lower and the ‘SCM' magnetic dampers have been recalibrated, but the Aperta still manages to incorporate lumps rather than bounce, leaving you to enjoy going fast rather than worry about hitting a mid-corner pimple and launching off into the arms of the local A&E. It's a usable and friendly set-up, even though both roll and pitch are bridled more tightly than the 599. You could probably screw a few more tenths of a second around a track out of it by making it harder, but the fact is that on the road it works with you, the compromises made to give you a chance at duality.

Thankfully, any exuberance is easily recouped via massive - and standard fitment - carbon brakes. Brakes called into frantic duty almost immediately, since we cruise at relatively high speed around one corner to find the road covered in pork. Roughly 30 stone of pale pink, floppy-eared, pre-bacon sow waddling down the median like some giant hairy beanbag, dragging her own V12 of nipples along the dusty gutter. Little bullet-shaped piglets ping around in the bushes, and when you look at the hillside, you realise the whole place is infested with piggery of some sort or another.

We pause in a lay-by for a moment - only slightly white-faced - pondering the insurance form wording necessary to describe a high-speed impact of a £360k limited-edition Ferrari and a giant mountain swine, and a helicopter immediately lands roughly 30ft away. In a lay-by on top of a mountain. Disconcerted, we leave, wondering whether pig farmers have suddenly got very sophisticated and very rich in this part of the world, or whether we really should find some new medication.

So then, the Ferrari SA Aperta: not so much a wolf in sheep's clothing as a screamingly insane wolf wrapped in the meaty bits of other wolves. You think you can prepare for it to be noisy and fast, simply by looking at it. You can ponder the specifications and decide what it might feel like based on previous experience. You will not be prepared.

The Aperta is not particularly practical. It is not the fastest Ferrari, nor perhaps the most coherent in overall vision. Personally, I don't actually like the silver bits. It has the guts of a racetrack refugee, but if you took an Aperta to a track day, people would laugh. And possibly throw stuff. But the Aperta has a massive, irrepressible dose of character. A huge and uncompromising sense of humour. It's a car that will make you smile every single time you sit in it, make an adventure out of every banal and insignificant little journey. More than that, when you're done and you walk away, this particular Ferrari leaves you with a bone-deep ache of need. And that's why we should all be very jealous of those lucky 80 who have bought one. Because they've just purchased one of the most exciting cars in the world. Because they've just purchased a little slice of history.

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Quelques photos de cet article (premier essai exclusif) dont une avec le toit en place :

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Sortant de l'usine de Maranello :

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Sinon que pensez-vous de cette combinaison blanc perle et bleu pour la Ferrari SA Aperta ?

Elle sort vraiment de l'ordinaire.

[phc 8]

vue de mes yeux vue cet aporés midi une aperta

je me suis demandé fut un temps  moi qui aime les cabriolets si je n'aurais pas du attendre et prendre une aperta plutôt qu'une 599 GTO ? J'ai eu la réponse , et bien non, ça n'a rien à voir, l'aperta ressemble à une GTB cabriolet

simple entrée sur le capot, pas d'entrée d'air en bas des ailes arrières, par le même diffuseur, certes le moteur est le même mais elle fait beaucoup moins sportive, même l'intérieur change et fait bien plus luxueux que sportif

donc:

je ne regrette pas l achat de ma GTO

phc ;D ;D

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Sinon que pensez-vous de cette combinaison blanc perle et bleu pour la Ferrari SA Aperta ?

Elle sort vraiment de l'ordinaire.

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Alors là, le blanc sur l'Aperta, c'est pas trop mon truc. En plus avec la capotte bleue ! 

Par contre, j'aime bien celle en gris. Ca fait discret ! 

@phc : Merci pour ce texte bien sympathique !  ;D

As-tu des photos ? De quelle configuration était-elle ?

Merci d'avance, 

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j ai pas pu prendre de photos car elle etait en preparation sur le pont et les mecanos m'ont dit

"on te la montre mais pas de photos "

config  rouge interieur tan capote noire

mais moi qui pensait que c'etait une GTO cabriolet, ça n'a rien à voir !!

phc

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Elle est dans la tradition des Super America, cad très puissante, mais avec esprit GT quand même. Et pas super sport typée course.

Moi je préfère clairement ta GTO...

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Elle est jolie aussi dans cette combinaison de couleurs, la Ferrari SA Aperta, "déjà vue à Monaco" :

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Vous pouvez enfin entendre le son de la Ferrari SA Aperta :

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Une autre vidéo vous montrant les Ferrari Sa Aperta qui sortent des chaines de l'usine Ferrari pour effectuer leurs tests routiers :