The rocker panels were resprayed black, while the rest of the BB’s rakish body received a custom shade of Rosso Corsa. “We mixed a special color that is a little brighter than the stock color,” Casey explains. “No other Ferrari is this exact shade of red.” All-new rubber seals, a new windshield and new rear glass were fitted during the reassembly process. Also replaced were all of the light lenses, except for the orange front turn signals, which have been unavailable for years.
The Ferrari’s interior was tackled next. The original black-and-white trim was removed, and the entire cockpit was redone in black leather, even the headliner. The seats and door panels received red inserts. To modernize the interior’s appearance a bit, the original large-diameter steering wheel was swapped for a Momo Competition wheel wrapped in perforated leather, while the rubber pedals were replaced with drilled aluminum units.
The car’s underpinnings were not ignored. Every component was removed and stripped, then painted, powdercoated or plated in the correct finish. The original Koni shock absorbers were sent out to be converted to coil-overs, with threaded bodies that allow the ride height to be set easily and precisely. “This allows the use of 2.5-inch Eibach racing springs,” says Casey, “and since these springs are available in a wide variety of lengths and rates, the exact handling effect can be chosen.” The Eibach springs were powdercoated black to emulate the appearance of the stock springs.
The stock brakes were rebuilt with cross-drilled rotors, and a set of 17-inch Razzo Rosso three-piece wheels were installed. The latter measure 8 inches wide up front and 10 inches wide at the back, and are wrapped in 235/50 and 255/45 Pirelli P Zero rubber.
JOLLEY TOOK DELIVERY of the reborn Ferrari in mid-2007, and has been using it to relieve stress from his busy professional life ever since. When the Boxer was shipped to Carobu’s new shop in the wilds of Estancia, New Mexico for a service earlier this year, Jolley longed for its return: “My wife says to me, ‘You have to get that car back. If you’re in a bad mood, you come back from a drive in it in a good mood!’ I miss it.”
While he wanted the car back in California, Jolley nonetheless offered me the chance to drive it—which is how I found myself climbing behind the wheel on a deserted stretch of New Mexico highway where you’re more likely to see a wind-blown tumbleweed or a hungry coyote than a blood-red Ferrari.
With the exception of the smaller Momo steering wheel, it’s business as usual from the driver’s seat: Laid-back seating position, arms stretched out, knees slightly bent. Twisting the ignition key produces a lazy whine from the starter, but a slight prod of the gas pedal helps those downdraft carbs bring the engine to life. After the flat-12 catches, a generous blip of the throttle clears the slight stumble and helps it settle down to a busy but smooth idle.