By now I had acquired a dozen Ferrari books with mouthwatering pictures of my favourite cars. I looked at them every day. One of the cars that caught my eye was the 365 GTC/4. It had the same engine as the GTB/4, Daytona, except the C/4 had six twin-choke side-draft Weber carburetors instead of the down draft system of the Daytona to accommodate the low sloping hood. The engine was detuned to 320 hp (US version) and the springs and shocks were softer, as befitted a real GT car. It was sweet. It also had air conditioning and hydraulic power steering. Basically all the things that made me not buy a Daytona, this GTC/4 did have.
I drove up to Vermont to check out the GTC/4. The guy had bought it new, driven it for a couple of summers, and then put it away covered in the barn. The color was a hideous brown with a tan interior. I drove it around for 30 minutes and it was all I wanted. I liked it better than the Daytona. It may not have the cachet of a Daytona, but it was infinitely more comfortable to drive. I bought it immediately.
When I got back, my friends thought I was nuts to have paid $60,000 for the 365 GTC/4. I sent it to a body shop we knew in Brooklyn, and waited to get back a bright red (Rosso Corsa) new 365 GTC/4.
This car was so easy to drive, that I drove it everyday for a month. Driving on the parkway was glorious, except the sound seemed more muted. They probably had a different exhaust system for this “civilized” version of the venerable Colombo engine, in addition to the side Webers, which probably sounded different than the downdraft ones in the Daytona.
One day I was driving in Westport CT when I noticed a light drizzle on my windshield. I looked up and there was not a cloud in sight. I hit the wipers and the windshield started streaking. This did not look like rain. I pulled over and lifted the hood. An oil line had punctured, probably rotted away, and sprayed oil that made its way to the windshield. Sadly I had the C/4 trailered to our mechanic, and started driving my 308.
A few years later I moved to Florida and decided to sell the C/4 because I knew the stigma associated with Florida cars, relating to the salt air and rust that buyers of Florida cars went through. Basically a Florida car was worth less that a New England car, because even though they salt streets in New England, it was assumed that Ferrari owners kept their cars stored indoors for the winters. This coincided with Enzo Ferraris death and my old car dealer called me one day and told me he had a buyer and I could get $260,000 if I sold it. Unfortunately I’m a trader, I sold it.