Million Dollar Mess

Stefan Ericksson, 44, Swedish game industry mogul and alleged Swedish mafia associate, escaped a sensational Pacific Coast Highway crash with a cut lip. His $1,000,000+, 660-horsepower, red Enzo Ferrari wasn't so lucky. The car, traveling at over 100 miles per hour, crashed into a power pole and shattered while supposedly taking part in a Malibu street race (talk about mid-life crisis behavior). The engine came to rest on the highway while the rest of the car scattered in pieces. Ericksson told police he was the passenger and the driver was his German acquaintance he knew only as Dietrich, who he said ran into the nearby hills. A three-hour search failed to turn up "Dietrich" and police were skeptical of the account. Ericksson had a blood-alcohol level of .09, slightly more than the legal .08 limit (I hope those two beers were worth it!). “He destroyed one of the finest cars on earth, maybe the finest,” said Ferrari owner Chris Banning, a Beverly Hills writer, "It’s like taking a Van Gogh painting and burning it.” [source]

Stefan Ericksson is a good guy whether he knows it or not. Now only approx. 397 Enzo Ferraris exist (this wasn't the first demise of an Enzo) allowing 397 innocent, careful Ferrari drivers to increase their assets by doing nothing, which is probably what these million-dollar car owners do all day anyway, Tommy Hilfiger and Nicolas Cage being two of them. I also think it was terribly nice of him to allow this imaginary German fellow, Dietrich, to be the designated race car driver of the million-dollar piece of metal. It doesn't take Scooby Doo to figure out this guy doesn't exist. What a great scapegoat -- a German man without a last name crashes a million dollar car and runs off into the California Hills disappearing into the spectacular sunset never to be seen or heard from again. Sucks to be Stefan's insurance company.