Considering that Ferrari only made thirty-nine 250 GTO cars, the odds are that this one I spotted on the freeway is a replica. The long-haired, mustached, t-shirt-wearing guy behind the wheel was no indication either. In LA, that description fits millionaires and homeless people alike. Living here will dull your automotive senses to the point where F430s and Drophead coupes may as well be Honda Civics, but this car’s presence on the road was commanding. My girlfriend in the passenger seat just happened to have her Nikon in her lap as we passed by, and here we are.