If the F40 is an Eighties car that throws forward to the Nineties, the 288 GTO can’t quite disguise its Seventies underpinnings. This isn’t a wholly bad thing. It’s beautiful, for a start, proper Scarlett Johansson-style effortless, indisputable loveliness. It idles like a four-cylinder car, as so many flat-plane crank Ferrari V8s do, and buzzes and vibrates. It’s easier to drive than the F40, and though it’s also a twin-turbo it doesn’t fast-forward towards the horizon with the same eye-widening hysteria. It’s also beautifully damped, with a suppleness that gives it the most GT-like character of the four. But its chassis feels less rigid, and it doesn’t move with the telepathic responsiveness of the others. On the other hand, it’s a 288 GTO. Do you care? Me neither. I’m having a moment here.