When exactly did it begin, this mysticism, this magic? There must have been a time when Ferrari - yes, even Ferrari - was just another racing team and car constructor. But at what point did the legend take root? Whenever it was - be it early in Alberto Ascari's pomp, or perhaps later when John Surtees was the anointed one, but surely earlier than Niki Lauda's brash era - it would have been the racing cars that sowed the fertile seed.
Enzo Ferrari never really cared about the road cars he built, not in the way he lived and breathed for the racing machines that bore his name. After all, going racing was all he had ever wanted.
The founder's involvement in the sport that would define him dated back to 1919 and his first employment by his beloved Alfa Romeo. In 1929 his Scuderia was born, represented by the prancing black horse of an Italian WWI fighter pilot he'd never met. The coat of arms of Count Francesco Barraca, set against the vivid yellow of Enzo's hometown of Modena, would become a symbol for all that we love about motor racing. He could never have known back then.