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About Us
Redline Capital specialises in the acquisition and sale of exclusive automobiles. Our curated collection features only the finest machines, selected on authenticity, rarity and condition. Every car in our collection has a story worth telling. We make sure it gets told.
Powered by a passion for extraordinary automobiles and driven to build a legacy, we aim to redefine the art of collecting these extraordinary pieces. Because legacy is not inherited, it is built over time.
For us, that means showing up. It means taking these machines to the places they were built to go, and documenting every mile of the journey. It means building a story worth telling, one drive at a time, with a collection worth remembering.
Redline Capital represents a carefully curated collection of seven extraordinary Ferrari models, each selected for its provenance, character and timeless design. Our collection spans four decades of Ferrari's finest engineering, from iconic classics to contemporary masterpieces. From the raw, analogue intensity of the F40 to the refined elegance of the Roma Spider and the naturally aspirated V12 of the 12 Cilindri, each machine represents a distinct era and a distinct expression of what Ferrari does best.
Redline Capital exists to create stories worth telling. We take our cars to the places they were built for, document every mile and let the machines speak for themselves.
Chapter 01
From Rotterdam to Brescia. The story of how we prepared and transported the F40 to one of the world's most legendary events.
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Brescia to Rome and back. 1,900 kilometres through Italy behind the wheel of the F40. It happened. Here is the story.
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The next chapter is in the making. A new car, a new story, a new journey.
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The Mille Miglia is not a race in the conventional sense. It never really was. From 1927 to 1957, it was something stranger and more dangerous than that: nearly 1,600 kilometres of open Italian road, from Brescia south to Rome and back, with no barriers, no run-off, no margin for error. Towns emptied onto the streets to watch. Fangio drove it. Moss drove it. Ferrari built cars specifically for it. Enzo called it the most beautiful race in the world.
The original race ended in 1957 after a fatal accident near Brescia. But the roads did not disappear. The towns did not disappear. And in 1977, the Mille Miglia was reborn as a regularity rally for historic cars. The same route. The same crowds. The same machines. Every June, Italy becomes a museum that drives itself.
For Redline Capital, entering the F40 was never a question of whether. It was always a question of when. A Ferrari built without compromise, designed by Pininfarina, approved personally by Enzo, taken to the event he loved most. That is not a marketing exercise. That is the point of the whole collection.
This is the story of how we got there.
Chapter 01
Ferrari built the F40 to mark its fortieth anniversary. What Enzo actually built was a statement of intent, a declaration that no amount of commercial pressure would make Ferrari forget what it was for. The F40 has no carpet. No radio. No power steering. The bodywork is carbon fibre and Kevlar, so thin you can almost see through it. It weighs 1,100 kilograms. The twin-turbocharged 2.9-litre V8 produces 478 horsepower, and unlike most turbocharged engines, it delivers that power with a savagery that feels almost personal.
Enzo approved the F40 in the final months of his life. He died in August 1988, a year after production began. Of the 1,311 ever made, most have spent their lives in climate-controlled garages, driven carefully on dry days by careful owners. This one was always going to be different.
Chapter 02
Putting a 36-year-old racing Ferrari on the road for five consecutive days across Italy is not something you approach casually. The F40's turbocharged engine runs hot, its suspension geometry is uncompromising, its fuel system is decades old. Any one of a hundred small failures could end the attempt before it begins.
The car went to Kroymans Ferrari in the Netherlands, one of the most respected Ferrari specialists in Europe. Not for a cosmetic once-over, but for the kind of thorough mechanical inspection that leaves no question unanswered. Every fluid, every seal, every system checked against the reality of what was being asked of the car. The fuel lines, the cooling, the brakes, the gearbox. Everything.
The car passed. Not just technically cleared, but confirmed ready. There is a particular kind of confidence that comes from knowing a machine has been prepared properly. We had that confidence. The F40 had earned it.
Chapter 03
There is something quietly absurd about loading a Ferrari F40 onto a transporter. A machine engineered to the absolute limit of what road-legal meant in 1987, reduced to cargo, strapped down and pointing south. It feels wrong. It is also the only sensible way to get it to Brescia in the condition it needs to be in.
The transporter crossed the border into Germany, then Austria, then into Italy. The Alps appeared in the mirrors and then dropped away behind. Somewhere south of the Brenner Pass, the landscape changed. The roads narrowed. The cypress trees started. The light shifted to that particular amber quality that only exists in northern Italy in early June.
Brescia was waiting. The Mille Miglia was waiting. The only thing left to do was unload the car and let it do what it was built to do.
The Journey · Chapter 02
Five days. Almost 1,900 kilometres across Italy, behind the wheel of a 1989 Ferrari F40, on the route that Enzo Ferrari called the most beautiful race in the world. This is the story of every kilometre.
Day 0 · 8 June
The day before the start is not a rest day. It is the day everything becomes real. The F40 arrives in Italy, the transporter doors open, and suddenly the months of preparation are standing in front of you on Italian tarmac.
The administrative and technical checks come first. Documentation verified, the car inspected in detail, everything confirmed against the regulations. Only once both rounds of scrutineering are passed does the crew receive the right to start. The F40 passed without issue. Then the race numbers go on the door. That is the moment it stops being a plan and becomes a race.
Day 1 · 9 June
The Ferrari Tribute to the 1000 Miglia does not start in Brescia. It starts at the edge of Lake Garda, in Desenzano, with the water flat and silver in the early morning light and over a hundred Ferraris lined up behind a banner that says something about passion and the most beautiful race in the world.
Among them, the F40. The only car in the field with no carpet and no radio. The number goes on the door and you head east towards Abano Terme. The first stage is nearly 300 kilometres. The engine is cold. The turbo lag is real. Italy is just beginning.
Day 2 · 10 June
The second day crosses the Apennines via Modena and the route leads straight through the Cittadella Ferrari, the home of Ferrari's factory, museum and development facilities. Ferrari employees had lined the road to watch the convoy pass. Over a hundred Ferraris driving through the place where they were born, welcomed by the people who built them. There are not many moments in motorsport that come close to that.
After Maranello the road climbs over the Abetone Pass and drops into Tuscany towards the coast. Pietrasanta sits just back from the sea, known for marble and sculpture and, for one night every June, a convoy of Ferraris parked between Renaissance buildings.
Day 3 · 11 June
South through Tuscany towards the Piazza del Campo in Siena. There is no way to prepare for it. The square is lined eight deep with people who have been here before and will come back again. You see it in their faces. The children holding their fathers' hands, the older men who say nothing, just watch. We were all that age once. We all had that dream. Some of us just ended up on the other side of it.
From Siena the route continues south past Lake Bolsena and into Rome as the evening light turns the city amber. Past Villa Borghese and down the Via Veneto. Rome is the halfway point, the traditional turning point since 1927. You look at the map, and the reality of the distance hits you. And then you look at the car, which has not missed a beat, and something settles.
Day 4 · 12 June
North through Assisi and into the Furlo Gorge, where the road narrows between walls of pale limestone and the F40's exhaust note doubles back off the rock face. A sound you do not forget. Then an unexpected one: a full Polizia escort through parts of the route, sirens on, roads cleared. Over a hundred Ferraris given free passage through the Italian countryside.
After Gubbio and San Marino the route descends to the Adriatic. Cervia at dusk. Salt pans on one side, the sea on the other. One day remaining.
Day 5 · 13 June
The final day. North along the coast, then inland through Ferrara and across the Po plain towards Mantua. Long, straight roads built for speed, the kind that were here when men like Nuvolari drove through the night at 200 kilometres an hour with no lights and no barriers. The F40 understands these roads.
And then Brescia. Viale Venezia. The F40 crosses the finish line, onto the red carpet one final time, and receives the official finisher medal. The number comes off the door. Almost 1,900 kilometres. Not a single problem. Not a beat missed.
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