The Night I Delivered Pizza In A Ferrari

Ever since my post a few weeks ago about the Domino’s store in Europe that used a Ferrari 360 Spider as part of their pizza delivery service during their grand opening, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to deliver pizzas in one of these for a night!


Now, just to be able to drive this machine would be an incredible experience, I’m sure, but what if I actually had to use it to do my job?

First off, the Ferrari 360 is a 2-seater. So that would limit the number of orders I could take at one time. I can usually stack 3 hot-bags beside me on the passenger seat. On my Monday shifts, I rarely take even that many orders at a time, but on a busy Friday night, being limited to 3 orders per trip might hold me back.

Also, where in the car would I keep all my stuff? I have a clipboard, pens, maps, flashlight, and credit-card machine that I use regularly while I am delivering. Also I wonder if there is a plug for my phone charger? I’m sure there is.

What if I got hungry? Would I eat in a car this nice? For fear of getting pizza sauce on the seat and toppings all over the floor, I probably would not eat while driving.  Not to mention, my wife doesn't even like the smell of my car after it's been hauling pizzas for 6-8 hours.

The actual driving would be a dream. Especially in the summer with the Spider’s top down.

The Ferrari 360 Spider accelerates from 0 to 60 in 4.3 seconds so I would never get left at a stoplight. The V8 engine provides a top speed is 186 mph, but I would never be able to get anywhere near even half of that. My average round trip delivery is 4 miles and almost all of my driving is on city streets.

How would people react? The other drivers would be jealous for sure! All the in-store co-workers would want me to take them for rides. Of course they would have to hold the pizza in their lap since there is no back seat and I wouldn’t want to be driving around empty when I could be making tips.

Speaking of tips, that is one of my biggest curiosities. How would customers tip the pizza guy who pulls in driving a sportscar like a Ferrari? Would they tip less, thinking if I can afford that car, I don’t need their money? Probably. A few car enthusiasts might give a higher tip, especially if I let them peek under the hood!

Would I be safe? I wonder how this car would handle in the ice and snow of Ohio winters. Would I be super-cautious when parking in apartment or hotel lots, parking far away from other cars to make sure I don’t get any door dings?

If I was in a hurry and pushed a few miles over the limit, or cruised through a stoplight as it changed from yellow to red, I’m pretty certain the police would notice.

And at the end of the night, when I pull in to Speedway to refuel, what would it cost? I like to drive a car that gets over 30 MPG. The Ferrari 360 is rated at 11 MPG in the city and 16 MPG on the highway.

The more I think about it, the more likely I would just stick to my current vehicle for deliveries. I would save the Ferrari for a nice Sunday drive!

Dreaming

I almost never remember my dreams. But last night I had one of the most vivid and memorable dreams I have ever had.

For some reason I was in southern Ohio (maybe Columbus area) and had to return home to the Cleveland area. But my pizzeria where I work was at this other place. Let's just call it Columbus, even though that's not really clear in my memory. Incidentally, our GM Rick, in real life, is moving to Virginia but almost moved to Columbus.

Anyhow I was supposed to work at this Columbus place but I needed to drive home. Somehow we worked out a deal where I would load up my car with pizzas to sell door-to-door on my way home.

Meanwhile my family wanted me to bring them home some Chinese food so my front seat was full of Chinese and my back seat had several 2-liters of pop. (Notice anything missing, I didn't in my dream).

So I started on my way and I remember (in my dream) throwing newspapers onto people's porches, from my moving vehicle. I kept hoping they would hear the newspaper land and come to the door wanting pizza.

Finally I found a customer and asked if he wanted any pizza. "Load me up with Dew and Pepsi," was his response.

"How about pizza?" I asked.

"Can you come back in about an hour?" he wanted to know.

After I explained that I could not, he started asking about specials and special orders. I was telling him that he had to choose from what I had in the car, when I realized that I didn't have any pizza in my car!

I ran out to my car to check and sure enough, all I had was the Chinese and the pop. I offered him the Chinese food but he thought it would probably be too cold.

I then started pondering how I could get some pizzas to sell on the rest of my way home, and when I awoke I was still trying to come up with a plan.

What a weird dream!