ummm... ok

So Joerg sets out for a leisurely drive and heads out of his garage to the nearest stretch of Autobahn, where he proceeds to firmly mash his right foot down on the accelerator of his brand-spanking new Ferrari 360 Challenge Stradale. Soon, as in a 20-seconds-type-of-soon, he's doing 175mph.

Boldfaced, stifflegged, whiteknuckled Mr Winterberg doesn't smile, doesn't feel his palms sweat or his heartrate increase however... Even in the face of the Schwarzwald barreling at him at near-ballistic speeds, his teutonic coolness only registers one thing: A vision of the prospectus for this supercar, in which it was claimed that the car could do 186mph. VERDAMMT!

So, like a good capitalist, Joerg Winterberg sues Ferrari when they refuse to refund his money.

Good idea Joerg... I think what I'll do is hit up my local dealer, sign off on an Enzo, take it up to Sears Point for a track day or two, and then try to return it. Hell, it's cheaper than renting a Hyundai at Enterprise to trash!!