When Analog Supercars Bite Back: F40 Meets Lamppost
A mechanic’s worst nightmare unfolded on British tarmac as the world’s highest-mileage Ferrari F40 transformed from legendary supercar to very expensive wall art.
The $2.5 million Italian thoroughbred, known by its registration F40PRX, met its temporary demise in Markyate, UK, when a service technician apparently discovered what happens when 471 horsepower meets wet pavement without electronic nannies.
Raw Power Meets Reality Check
The video evidence tells the tale with painful clarity.
One moment of throttle enthusiasm, one patch of slick road, and suddenly that glorious 3.0-liter twin-turbocharged V8 is steering the ship. The F40’s rear steps out, overcorrection ensues, and physics takes the wheel.
What follows is the unmistakable sound of Italian carbon-kevlar composites meeting British infrastructure at speed.
Mechanical Sympathy Not Included
The F40 represents the last of Ferrari’s analog supercars, built when:
- Traction control meant your right foot and reflexes
- ABS was considered optional luxury
- Turbo lag was a feature, not a bug
This particular example had survived decades and reportedly accumulated more miles than any other F40 in existence—only to meet its match during what should have been a routine test drive.
The Aftermath
The crash demolished front and rear bumpers and misaligned the rear suspension.
The driver walked away physically unharmed. His professional reputation and mental well-being? Those injuries may take longer to heal.
Interior plastic coverings visible in the footage confirm this was indeed a service vehicle—making this possibly the most expensive technician error in recent automotive memory.
Remarkably, this wasn’t the only F40 to taste guardrail that week. Another example, reportedly owned by F1 driver Lando Norris but piloted by a friend, sustained rear-end damage near Monaco in a separate incident.
Two F40 crashes in short succession. Two reminders that these cars demand respect.
These machines don’t care about your feelings, your service manual, or your Instagram followers. They were built when supercars were still dangerous, still temperamental, and still utterly glorious because of it.
They’re the automotive equivalent of riding a tiger. Thrilling, until the moment you fall off.
