Early one morning at the end of last month, a throaty roar rippled over the sands of the Arabian desert. As it grew in pitch in the warm dawn air, it also became fainter, reverberating through the vacant car parks and abandoned building sites of the city towards the calm waters and newly built islands of the Persian Gulf.
As the caravan disappeared over the western horizon, it lumbered rather more than you might expect from one made up of luxury sports cars: but then, there were 82 of them. The Ferrari Owners' Club was on its way.
It could only be Dubai. The emirate – the very term has oriental echoes of excess – does nothing by halves, and though analysts said the financial crisis would induce a sober new realism, we in Dubai didn't listen. More...
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