We’re still hanging in Kokomo, IN. Ryan’s meds are being adjusted…and we don’t need the upheaval of travel while he and we go through THAT process.

And Robyn has family here…

Indianapolis is just 55 miles to the south, and a small town between here and there, Noblesville, seems to have a penchant for some of life’s nicer things. Like Ferrari.

Noblesville has always had a special claim to fame: Sharon, the boys’ mother, was born there.

But on the day we visited, everyone seemed most interested in the red cars parked at the curbs…
The event was a gathering of the Ferrari Club of Indianapolis for lunch at Matteo’s Ristorante Italiano…and what better excuse to stop traffic for a couple hours?

Not all cars were red.
Ross and Ryan had to check out the yellow calipers on the black one. Actually, Ryan was more intrigued by the pavement. Ross kept saying, “Did you see how old that owner was? He was older even than you, Dad! What a waste of this car on such an old guy!” Ryan may have been giving his subtle opinion about such a wrong…
Some people have trouble justifying $250,000 for a car…mostly spouses…but then….
Not all the cars were shiny and new. This one was shiny…and all very original…from 1966. Depending on its exact condition (it was driven to the event!), it could be worth upwards of $300,000….
If you have a quarter mil of green, here’s a nice way to turn it into red…