Say a little prayer for me—I bought a 1983 Ferrari Mondial QV

Adrian Clarke

Although weights, measures, and currency are adjusted for a U.S. audience, colloquialisms and contextual references reflect this story’s origin on our sister site, Hagerty UK.

Adrian Clarke is a car designer, writer, and author of Hagerty’s Vision Thing series. He’s got a thing for the Fiat Panda, but his choice of classic comes in slightly higher up the Italian car food chain. —Ed.

I have always been a bit of a black sheep, a professional contrarian in the things I like and how I style myself.

That’s not what attracted me to what has long been considered the pecora nera from Maranello, the Mondial. What appealed apart from the obvious fact it’s a Ferrari, is that in today’s market, the Mondia represents spectacular value for money. I’m not going to pretend they’re cheap. But in my patented “what else could you get for the same money?” method of working out if I think something is overpriced, against something like a RWD Escort surely a Ferrari seems like a no-brainer?

I’m not of means. Late last year I had an unexpected windfall and my evenings immediately swapped from Gran Turismo and Star Trek to perusing classic car adverts and researching possible candidates. No point leaving it in the bank earning a paltry interest rate. Get something with a sense of occasion but a bit out of the ordinary. Air-cooled 911? Too ubiquitous, too Instagram. DeLorean? Too fashionable, too unavailable. I struck a pen through these for also being too expensive.

I’ve always loved the unloved 348 for not being a 355 and simply because I liked the look of the thing. A glance at the classifieds told me everyone else had caught on to my thinking and the market had moved up accordingly. I began wondering where Mondials were sitting price-wise.

1983 Ferrari Mondial QV front three quarter
Adrian Clarke

Hello. Hello.

The Mondial was first shown at Geneva in 1980 as a direct replacement for the Gandini-designed 308 GT4. Bolted on the same mechanicals as its sister car, the 308, it added a further 3.9 inches into the wheelbase over the GT4 to make the +2 seats slightly more useful. Responsibility for the exterior design was handed back to Pininfarina under long-time Ferrari sketcher Leonardo Fioravanti. Subtly blending the angularity of the GT4 with the curves of the 308, the Mondial was the genesis of the slats and strakes theme that dominated the Testarossa and culminated on the 348.

Mechanical Bosch K Jetronic fuel injection and Marelli electronic ignition were bolted on the existing 2.9-liter Dino V-8 for better emissions and fuel consumption, but this resulted in a power drop over the GT4 and earlier 308s equipped with Webers, down from 258 hp to 213 hp. The 308 received these engine updates at the same time but unlike the Mondial seemingly escaped criticism for being not powerful enough.

Let’s pause for a minute then and examine where the Mondial’s bad rep came from. Both Road & Track and Car & Driver tested the original Mondial 8 in November 1981 and came up with less than stellar 0–60mph figures of 9.4 and 9.3 seconds respectively, although Road & Track did admit their test car had problems with the gearshift. Car & Driver just hated it for being civilized, usable, and generally not manly enough which says more about Car & Driver at the time than the Mondial. Motor Sport’s Alan Henry recognized its appeal, in 1981, writing: “…[it] offers the indefinable magic of Ferrari motoring as an everyday experience rather than as an occasional treat.”

The whole point of the Mondial was to make a car with a broader appeal. It was the first Ferrari fully developed under the auspices of Fiat, who wanted to increase sales after their takeover. Nonetheless, in 1982 Ferrari gave the Mondial four-valve heads with the introduction of the quattrovalvole. This turned the power back up to a respectable 243 hp and the 0–60 time back down to 6.4 seconds.

1983 Ferrari Mondial QV and Modena parking lot
A mid-engined icon… and a Ferrari 360 Modena. Adrian Clarke

It gained bigger lungs in 1985 with the displacement increasing to 3.2 liters (concurrent with the 308 morphing into the 328) which bought with it a tidying up of the exterior, the bumpers becoming wrap-around fiberglass pieces painted body color. Finally, in 1988, the heavily revised Mondial t appeared with a new fully electronically controlled 3.4-liter engine swiveled through 90 degrees. Forming a T shape with the gearbox which remained transversely mounted, this package was shared with the new 348. Appearing for the first time were ABS, power steering, adjustable dampers, and an optional Valeo clutch-pedal-less manual transmission.

All but the original Mondial 8 were available as coupe or convertible, so if you want a 2+2 mid-engine drop-top you have a choice of precisely one car. When production ended in 1993, just over 6100 Mondials of all variants had been built. Put in perspective, that’s far fewer than the 308, 328, 348, and 355. A waggish take would be that’s because it wasn’t as popular, but it sat above the 308/328 and was more expensive to buy new.

So think of a Mondial as a roomier, more ergonomic, and, thanks to that wheelbase extension, a less snappy 308 and you’re reasonably on the money. As stylish? It’s a matter of taste, but because I have an acquired palette I prefer the tautness of the Mondial over the familiarity of the 308. Picasso’s blue period contains some of his least-loved works, but they’re still Picassos.

My sweet spot, therefore, appeared to be a QV; considerably more go than the 8 and less complication than the t. I committed two cardinal sins in my purchase. Well, three if you include the fact that early driving career rot boxes aside, this is my first car that can be considered a classic: I didn’t get it inspected and I bought the first one I looked at.

1983 Ferrari Mondial QV front three quarter
Adrian Clarke

An explanation. When I was looking, the market wasn’t exactly awash with cars. In fact, there were precisely three available. One was slightly leggier and cheaper than what I paid and had well-known and hard-to-solve typical Mondial problems; a kaput electric sunroof and a fuel gauge that only read empty. Another was at the upper end of the market and looked superb in the photos, had stacks of documentation, but was slightly over budget and had six previous owners. At the time of writing, ten months later, both these cars were still for sale!

The car I bought was the middle option. A one-owner, totally original ’83 quattrovalvole with a tick over 41,000 miles. Full documentation including the original order form from HR Owen of Mayfair for $34,172. It even still had the guarantee for the trick dealer-fit Pioneer stereo. Just one small problem: The car had been sitting for a number of years after the original owner replaced it, with just the occasional start-up, until the battery finally died. Included in the purchase price however was a full recommissioning including service, new timing belts, and a fresh MOT.

No point buggering about with an inspection in that case. I completed the test drive and paid the deposit in December, and in the middle of January, I received a call saying the car was ready. Back to the dealer to transfer a ridiculous amount of money via an app on my phone (what a fascinating modern world we live in etc.) and a few days later a flatbed appeared outside my house at an undignified hour in the morning (seriously, what time do these guys start work?) with a 1983 Ferrari Mondial QV on the back. My neighbor was outside having his first smoke of the day. “Bloody hell, that yours?”. Yes. Yes it was.

1983 Ferrari Mondial QV interior sunset plane tarmac drive
Adrian Clarke

The Mondial might have been conceived as an easier-to-live-with Ferrari. In that case, I can’t imagine what they were like before. It is not a soft boulevardier. It’s not a fingertip, on its tippy-toes car. Every input requires thought, heft, and determination. No power steering means low speeds are a workout. The upside is you can literally feel road markings through the Momo rim. You shift from the shoulder, not the wrist, and there’s no second gear while the box is cold. Oh, and it’s a dog-leg first gear, so you really are cosplaying as 1984 Michele Alboreto on his weekend off. But get it all warm and bury the throttle so you’ve got some revs through the drive train and it all comes alive in a mechanically satisfying manner.

Despite the extra wheelbase the front wheel still protrudes into the pedal box. I have size 11 feet so any footwear bulkier than Converse All Stars is a no-go. I suspect a set of racing boots lies in my future. The column angles towards the center of the car slightly, so you’re sitting with a slight torque on your spine, like when you try to undo a jar of olives. The wheel is adjustable for reach and rake depending on how much of the instrument panel you want hidden. It’s not uncomfortable though, and at 6-foot-2, I have plenty of room without needing the seat on its last notch.

What was it The Old Man used to say? He’ll sell you the engine and you get the rest for free. Thanks to fuel injection, electronic ignition with multiple maps, and a fresh battery, starting is twist and go. A quick pre-programmed flare before settling into a smooth, busy idle. The red line is 7700 rpm and once fully up to temperature, you need to use all of them. It’s deliciously linear and toe-twitch responsive. Power builds through to the torque peak at 5000 rpm, then takes a deep breath and goes again towards the limiter as the 32 valves do their best work, sounding utterly glorious all the way. It’s not neck-strainingly fast but is more than quick, that wide rev range meaning you can always drop a gear and go. It is perhaps a touch under-geared; sixty isn’t available until third, so motorway cruising is a busy affair.

1983 Ferrari Mondial QV interior
Mondial center console. Switches, gated shifter, and oh-so-many warning lights. Adrian Clarke

Even though civility was the Mondial’s remit, it goes about it in an endearingly Italian way. It has electronic climate control, but this only operates out of the three central vents above the center console. As a car of the ’80s, everything has a switch; windows, locking, mirrors, aerial, bonnet and engine cover releases, fuel cap cover, and amusingly, the glovebox. There’s a self-diagnostic system that has a HAL9000 bank of warning lights next to the gear lever for that feeling of driving a grenade with the pin pulled out. A cassette holder that only takes the actual cassette itself, not the cases. If anyone has the misfortune to travel in the rear seats they at least have their own cigarette lighter and ashtray.

There were a couple of niggles. That aforementioned fuel gauge issue? Yeah. I reasoned a couple of tanks of super unleaded would free it up. Sound was coming out of only one speaker. Easy enough, I’ve done enough simple installs in my time. The digital clock had a couple of dead segments. Well, I couldn’t see the clock from my driving position anyway. I didn’t care as at the price paid, I had bloody stolen it.

Because I got the car at the beginning of January, I didn’t exactly know when and where I was going to be going with it, so what else to do first but the weekly big shop. Three bags for life easily slotted into the rear boot with room to spare (the front is full of spare wheel, radiators, and electronics). This kind of drudgery our dailies put up with, but being able to pull off in a classic suddenly makes the Friday evening trip to Sainsbury’s much more fun. The Ferrari sense of occasion is definitely there.

Then a slightly bigger niggle. As I closed the boot after a second shopping trip I noticed a trail of coolant had piddled onto the road where I reverse parked…

But that, as they say, is a story for another time. I’ll be updating you on my adventures with the Mondial, right here, over time. Say a little prayer for me.

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Comments

    You’re going to be just fine. Going in and knowing that there will be issues is easier than not expecting -and then, getting- them. Also “three bags for life” had me confused at first. But I figured out you meant groceries. (you did, right?)

    “Say a little prayer for me…”

    I’ll save it till the morning after, but I’m looking forward to following this journey!

    The vintage Pioneer stereo is rad! :^)

    I’ll say a prayer for your wallet but I think you will have some fun with this car.

    I had to get it repaired (I’ll talk about this in a forthcoming update) but actually works really well and sounds pretty decent.

    I remember taking my Alfa Spider to the shop for the first time and my mechanic saying “congratulations. You are now an Italian car owner.” Congratulations Adrian. You are now a Ferrari owner. A dream many share but few realize. Relish it, deservingly.

    My youngest son got a chance to ride in his buddy’s Mondial. “God, it’s so slow!” he exclaimed, which reminded me that the Millennials were raised on Acura Integra and Subaru Sti, the “cheap and fast” Japanese alternatives. His other comment: “It has to be the ugliest Ferrari ever made!”, (making sure to say this out of earshot of the owner). But like mama used to say, “there’s no accounting for taste.”

    The Mondial will go, but like a lot of old performance motors, you have to wind it up. The torque peak is just that, a peak. And all the horsepower is at the top.
    But yeah compared to the insta-boost of a Japanese turbo, it’s going to feel lethargic. But there’s no comparison in terms of throttle response and sound!

    It’s all still nuts and bolts no matter the marque. Get after the coolant leak as if it were a coolant leak on any other car. I’m not a praying sort but I wish you more smiles than niggles, in spite of some envy.

    I posted on Instagram a while back, there’s nothing mythical about old Ferraris. They come apart with nuts and bolts just like any other car.

    I have an 83 QV coupe and its a highly underappreciated, underrated, and thus undervalued prancing horse. That’s the key after all… its a Ferrari. A beautiful italian v8, requisite sound, gated shifter and tremendous feel while driving. Love mine.

    What a delight! I’ve always had a strange affection for the Mondial, I’m so jealous. Any car from 1983 is going to have switches that work on a whim and other mechanical gremlins, so why not a Ferrari!

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