In January, Barrett-Jackson’s 2024 Scottsdale Auction will feature the rock star’s unique collection centerpiece.

At the point when Sammy Hagar, presently an individual from the Stone and Roll Lobby of Popularity, delivered the hit melody “I Can’t Drive 55” in 1984, it turned into a hymn of gearheads the world over, and it didn’t hurt that the music video exhibited Hagar’s own Ferrari 512 Berlinetta Fighter. This when the Italian marque was additionally featuring in hit Network programs like Magnum private investigator furthermore, Miami Bad habit. However for “the Red Rocker,” who acquired praise both all alone and as the lead vocalist for supergroup Van Halen (after David Lee Roth’s leave), Maranello’s elite presentation vehicles became as a very remarkable enthusiasm as his music.

Out of all the Skipping Ponies that Hagar has corralled throughout the long term, his outright most loved is the 949 hp LaFerrari, a mixture supercar he calls “the most gorgeous thing I’ve at any point seen.” That is unquestionably reasonable. What’s not, in some measure at first, is the news that his 2015 model is crossing the block at Barrett-Jackson’s 2024 Scottsdale Closeout, being held January 20 through 28.

“It’s the foundation of our Supercar Salon,” says Craig Jackson, Barrett-Jackson’s fellow benefactor, in regards to the LaFerrari. ” What better vehicle to have as the foundation than an oddball, and having Sammy there, his energy . . . being spectacular is going.”

Concerning Hagar, he as of late imparted to Robb Report how vehicle culture formed his life from the get-go, turned into his dream, and why it’s currently time to head out in different directions from the car love of his life.

When did your affection for vehicles start, and how?

When I was like three or four years of age, back before safety belts in the mid 1950s, I could tolerate upping in the secondary lounge as my father was driving and he would agree, “what sort of vehicle is that?” I’d say, “that is a ’52 Studebaker,” you know, I just was so enamored with vehicles. At the point when I got my most memorable bike, I would ride it across town just to go to the vehicle sellers, and every one of the deals folks knew me. I sat in the principal Cobra at Wear Muth Passage in Fontana [Calif.]. It was a 260 Cobra and I sat in the damn thing and fell head over heels. When I got rich, I purchased a Cobra.

So that adoration for vehicles was ingrained by your dad?

No, I had an uncle that used to race and triumphed ultimately the last dwarf with a Passage 60 in it, the old flathead-Portage motor. I would watch my uncle Harry construct vehicles constantly.

What was the principal vehicle that you claimed?

A ’49 Chevy that had a story shift in it. My stepfather got it for me for $50. I drove that until it just went to pieces, and afterward I got a ’57 DeSoto.

You experienced childhood in California during what many consider the brilliant time of vehicle culture. What impact did that have on your music?

I was actually a race fellow, more than circumventing around and around or F1; I got into that stuff later. I needed the quickest quarter-mile vehicle. I would slip into Fontana’s drag strip — never paid to get into the hauls — and I went each Sunday. One of the very first melodies I composed was “Awful Engine Bike,” and it simply continues to go, “Trans Am,” “Turn Up the Music” — all were tied in with being in vehicles, pursuing young ladies. While I sing, I move my voice into what I call a “supersonic reach” that sounds like a six-carburetor V-12 Ferrari at 4,800 rpm.

Talking about Ferrari, when did the Skipping Pony start to resound as your authoritative marque?

It was from the get-go, in 1973. Montrose was on visit and we were in Detroit opening for J. Geils, and he was a major Ferrari fellow. It was his old neighborhood, and he pulled up to the inn to give us a ride in his Ferrari and I heard that thing, I smelled it, I saw that shift switch — look, I got goosebumps simply discussing it. Thus, in 1976, I went to Britain to record a record at Monastery Street with my maker from Legislative center Records, John Carter, and found a [Ferrari] 330 GT 2+2 with quad headlights, I mean the ugliest model on earth, and it was $5,000. It was a right-hand drive in bluebird blue. At around 4,000 rpm, it would fire shouting up to 6,800 rpm. I had never had that; with Corvettes back then, at around 4,200 rpm you’re finished. I drove that around everlastingly, then, at that point, purchased a 308 GT, then a fresh out of the box new 512.

Is that a similar Ferrari 512 in your “I Can’t Drive 55” video?

Definitely, I got it, put it in the video, and really discounted it — Shh.

What number of Ferraris do you gauge you’ve possessed?

Almost 40, every one of the ones I’ve needed. I might have purchased a GTO or others that presently go for $40 million or $50 million, however assuming I would have, I presumably would have sold it or exchanged it for another — I’m continuously moving, and shaking, and scoring. I actually have my Daytona, I actually have my fighter, and my 400, which I got after my significant other became pregnant and we really wanted a four-seater.

Do you have a sacred goal vehicle that you either own now, or could like in your assortment?

Indeed, I got the sacred goal vehicle. I got the LaFerrari. The most astonishing machine with four wheels I’ve at any point driven. Among that and my plane, a Challenger 300, those are it. I would rest in a tent before I’d dispose of the plane. It’s the most costly thing I’ve at any point finished in my life, and I don’t think twice about it briefly.

Depict how you feel in the LaFerrari.

I was in shock when I got in the driver’s seat. It’s so overwhelmed; the vehicle can deal with it, however it’s overwhelmed for me. That LaFerrari does things that I couldn’t in fact accept. Each time I have a good time with anybody, we simply begin snickering madly in light of the fact that we’re terrified shitless. It’s so nimble thus strong, and it utters the most awesome sound on earth.

What is the background to the unique color chosen for it?

Red on that car didn’t appeal to me. While I was at the plant, I watched some being manufactured. I observed four in a line being assembled; they were white, silver, black, and yellow. As I was perusing their archives, I came upon a 1964 experimental car that had the appearance of a station wagon. It was cream in color. I had never seen a Ferrari in that color before, and I haven’t seen one since. I decided to go with that black and cream.

Why would you sell your clearly cherished LaFerrari?

For me, it’s too much car. I can’t use the features of that car since I’m getting older and my reflexes and vision aren’t as good. Even though I drive my Daytona, 512, and even Ford GT on the track, I would never take it there. It would hurt my heart if I destroyed the LaFerrari. For me, it’s a two-edged sword. My spouse doesn’t like to drive, and if she does, she has to leave her purse at home, so I sit there and stare at the car all the while. It’s conflicted. I’m going to cry and probably give it a last kiss on the lips.