In a flaming early morning of a Parisian August where the night's dimming lights battle with a new day, a mighty mechanical roar breaks the silence. Undoubtedly, this is the clear sound of a Ferrari 275GTB's V-12 engine revving and shifting up gears, as it furiously enters the tunnel at Porte Dauphine. Likewise, as it exits flat out up on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées, the driver aims for the Place de la Concorde and the Palais Garnier, down-shifting in a mad dash inside the centre's heart. As the car enters in squealing tyres the narrow and cobbled slippery roads--scattering pigeons and petrified pedestrians across the way with its mighty noise--clearly, this heart-pounding, nerve-wracking ride continues its course towards the Place Pigalle. With the final destination being at the Basilique du Sacré-Coeur and with a last blind hairpin remaining that could turn one's hair grey, the intrepid driver reaches the end of this high-adrenaline ride. But, who is waiting at the finish line?