In the small town were I lived as a teenager, there was a successful garage owner who had a Ferrari. It was during the early 90's. One evening after a dinner at a restaurant with friends, a young woman insists to come back as a passenger in the Ferrari. They were later found dead in the crashed Ferrari, which took fire. The woman was in the driver seat. So it seems the woman later insisted to drive the car.

The cautionary tale seems rather to be: if you have a Ferrari, _never_ let anybody else drive it.