De Tomaso P72: The Hypercar That Makes Ferraris Look Like Family Wagons

In a world drowning in algorithms and wind-tunnel conformity, the De Tomaso P72 is a defiant, sculpted shout from the past—and a seductive whisper from a parallel future. Italian in spirit but reborn under Hong Kong stewardship, De Tomaso has finally delivered the tangible version of its fever dream: a rolling opera of carbon, chrome, and unfiltered combustion.

The P72 isn’t built for specs sheets; it’s built for those who believe a supercar should be art, not an engineering spreadsheet. The carbon monocoque is a seamless, boltless marvel—one singular structure that cradles a supercharged V8 pushing 700 horsepower and 820 Nm of torque. It’s mated to a manual gearbox. Rear-wheel drive only. Because what’s the point of a thrill if it’s been traction-controlled into submission?

Underneath, it borrows race-grade soul from GT4 machines: dual wishbones, push-rod suspension, fully adjustable dampers. Everything screams raw, analog purity. This is a car designed to make you laugh maniacally in third gear, not just set lap records for YouTube clicks.

Inside, it's a steampunk fever dream. Hand-machined aluminum gauges. An open-gate gear lever that clicks like a sniper rifle. No screens. No distraction. Navigation is your phone—and your instincts. It’s not an interior; it’s a time capsule with pedals.

Production is capped at just 72 units, each with a starting price of $1.6 million. That doesn’t just buy you a car—it buys you an invitation to a club where even Bugatti execs might knock politely, wondering if they’re dressed well enough to enter.

The P72 is not practical. It is not efficient. It is not rational. And that’s exactly why it matters.