Italian racing driver - and mostly dark green painted exotic car collector - Eugenio Amos’ plan when he set off creating a resto-mod version of the Delta Integrale was to "MAKE LANCIA GREAT AGAIN" - and yes, there's a hat for this one too. He fell in love with his father's Delta, back when Lancia was a real car brand with an overwhelming list of motorsport accolades, and later decided he would make the best street-legal Delta there's ever been. Automobili Amos channeled the passion of its boss for Lancia and the Futurista was born, and with it the arduous task of reinterpreting one the greatest automotive icons of the 80's/90's. The result is a hand-crafted, 2-door, lightweight carbon fibre and aluminium, 330 horsepower, bank breaking, Delta Integrale. Sure seems like they made a Lancia Great Again.
Only a few will be built, so hurry if you need something to match your socks!
The Honey-Badger is the icon that AA chose for the Futurista, probably due to its unique fearless nature.
The question I yet have to hear is ‘Why, Eugenio?’. Nobody has asked for an explanation so far. And I really don’t get it! In the end the numbers really mean nothing in this context. Because I’m talking about passion and nostalgia and euphoria and these feelings are not measured in numbers. So, why?
Well, this car means a lot to me. It represents my romantic vision in a world that is too aseptic, too fast, that runs like the wind, superficial and intangible. This car means that I had enough of the car world, both as a client before and as a manufacturer now.
I long for a bygone, idealized time when men, values and substance were at the core of the product. Therefore this car is pure, analogic, raw and essential. It took a ton of work from some very talented people but we managed to cut away all the fat and leave only what really matters to me.
I chose the Delta because it’s the car that made me fall in love with cars in the first place. I was 7 years old. My father had a beautiful Giallo Ginestra. I don’t know why but it made me feel special. Those memories are made of smells, of that soft Alcantara touch, of confused noises.
This is what I always look for in a car. This is what I can offer. I can only offer what I like, even if it’s an end in itself, apparently useless.