For day 2 of the 5 Pictures 5 Stories saga, I figured I would reminisce about my youth and the fast cars that I always dreamed of having. And how those dreams were dashed by practicality and reality. (Day 1 is here)
Last month, as I was getting dinner to go for the family (so we could go to a talent show at Dashing Son’s school), I saw a Lamborghini Gallardo in the parking lot. Where I live and work, there aren’t a lot of super high end cars. While I will see a few cars that probably cost over $100,000 (Mercedes, Tesla, Porsche, Maserati, and the like), seeing a supercar on the road is fairly rare. So, when I saw this black beauty, I had to take a picture, especially because I didn’t have to try to take a picture as I was driving on the freeway.
It got me thinking about my youth, and how, like every 80s adolescent male, I had pictures of the Lamborghini Countach, Ferrari Testarossa, and many other supercars all over my bedroom wall. I would dream about what it would be like to drive one of those monsters. Back when 200 mph for a production car was still a pipe dream. Nowadays, however, I don’t want a supercar anymore.
Even if I won the lottery, I can’t see the use of having one of those cars, especially not a Lamborghini. At least some of the Ferraris have some ability to be a daily driver. But, I couldn’t get the kids’ carseats in the these cars, there is no room for a Costco run, and I would be worried sick about something happening to my car that cost more than double (or triple) what I paid for my first house. Besides, where could I drive a supercar like it deserves to be driven? On a track, and that is about it.
Don’t get me wrong, I love looking at supercars, hearing all the crazy stats about supercars, I still love Top Gear UK (and will watch whatever show Clarkson, May, and Hammond come up with), but I don’t think I would own one.
Sure, if I won the lottery, I would get an expensive car, but it would probably be something with some practicality. Like an Aston Martin (those are so pretty), or I would get some old car and put modern running gear and suspension on it. And if I wanted to drive like a jack ass, I would get a track car, but I would probably just get an old VW golf, or Datsun 510, or something like that.
Basically, now that I am approaching my supposed mid-life crisis, the need fancy red sports car is still outweighed by my sense of practicality.