Supercar owner? You probably think you’ve got the best car in the whole world. You might have a Ferrari 458 that makes you feel like a million dollars.
But did you ever get behind the wheel of the Lamborghini Gallardo? Or, why not, the Lamborghini Aventador, or even the… Ferrari FF? Not to mention McLaren, Pagani, F12, SLS and many, many other extremely powerful cars.
You see, brands aside, the automaker marketing machine has already got you and will make your head go spinning, jumping from one make to another with skill that would turn tobacco company managers green with envy.
You will never be truly happy with your supercar. The reason’s quite simple: there will always be another one that’s newer, or better, or faster, or more powerful, or a special “rare” edition, or a big name enjoying a successful comeback thanks to an ingenious automaker and so on.
Above all, a supercar will never give you everything you could want from such a vehicle. It’s something set in stone and will never, ever change. This “never” that’s already starting to get on your nerves should put you in a really pensive mood. Here, just read it again: NEVER.
You will never own “the best”, latest, most capable supercar because the instant you get a new car, another will have sprung up that’s faster, more packed with advanced features and systems for “guaranteed” enhanced road adhesion, more exciting racetrack laps, you name it.
Don’t be sad though. It’s only natural to crave the best. It would be foolish not to. Just as foolish as owners of 15-year old ex-supercars who can’t stop bragging about how they “love” it and how it’s an “integral part of their life”. There is no such thing. If you love supercars, you want top performance, which means you’ll never settle with something that’s technologically dated and just marginally faster than your corporatist neighbor’s sedan.
It’s truly an age-old issue. If the world’s oldest profession is prostitution, supercars are unmistakably rather adept at this “craft”. Supercars are like gorgeous blondes that are found in various places on this planet: luxury hotels, high-class clubs, usually the kind of place where money gets thrown around. An awful lot of money, to be precise.
Manage to get past the Russian accents, and you’ll come across women far more beautiful than any you could have thought were the most beautiful you had ever seen “in your whole life”. And so the struggle begins. What to do? You can’t have them all just for yourself. Besides, you couldn’t decide which one is the “best buy” since there are always “minor factory defects” to spot.
Time and again, you’ll end up hoping the “bug” will be fixed for next one but… this is where Fate comes into play. Remember the “never”? Well, it’s time to say it again. You will never find perfection in this field. There will always be a small “if” and, should you choose to overlook it and just go with the flow, a pesky snowball effect will turn it, day by day, into a beastly one.
In the end, you risk losing a painfully large chunk of your hard-earned savings, since divorces don’t come cheap, especially when such remarkable creatures are involved.
Try exchanging your current supercar with a new one and things will feel instantly familiar. Even though you end up with a car that’s so much better and “perfect”, you’ll be bleeding money every time you do this.
The solution? If one existed, supercars would be different nowadays, and blonde femme-fatales would have gone extinct long ago. In fact, both of them have a very specific purpose: offering particularly intense but also very brief excitement. Oh, and expensive. Unbelievably expensive.
If you can afford this sort of pleasures, it’s best not to overindulge. The greatest mistake you could do is believing, even for a second, that the system can be beaten. It cannot be. You’ll get old, eventually, but there will always be 18-year old super-fresh supercars, improved with superior performance, systems and materials.
They keep coming out, following a natural but very steady, pre-set cycle.
Once you get this into your head, you’re ready to experience them every once in a while, with a clear head and next to no feelings involved, safe from the dangers of bankruptcy. Easily said but, to be honest, damn hard to live by.
Summing it all up, buying a supercar worth 3-400 grand is pretty stupid. OK, maybe you can afford it and that’s really great but what happens one or two years from now?
Renting is likely smarter, albeit still very expensive. In the end, you “get to have it all” (well, almost) and at home you can stick with a car that’s not the latest and “most super” but it’s real good, very comfortable and lacks all those little intentional “bugs” manufacturers leave inside, like tiny ticking bombs.
Just like gorgeous blondes won’t be able to satisfy your every mundane whim, supercars are simply not built for delivering satisfaction day by day, regardless how hard automakers might insist that’s true.
They’re special, fragile, capricious, very demanding (think bottomless bank accounts), extremely cranky and incredibly prone to damage and accidents.
But here’s the thing: this is why Porsche, Bentley and AMG exist. For a fair price, they will deliver a pretty “wife” that’s cultured and well-mannered. An overall OK car that can usually do everything the perfect companion should be able to.
These might be a little boring on the long run, but they make up for it big time through dedication and dependability. Even better, they’re far from “ugly” if you look over at your office mates who still haven’t gone past the VW/BMW/Toyota stage.
Remember: you might not own a Ferrari Enzo but you’re certainly more comfortable and as safe as you can get in this crazy, temptation-filled world.
But did you ever get behind the wheel of the Lamborghini Gallardo? Or, why not, the Lamborghini Aventador, or even the… Ferrari FF? Not to mention McLaren, Pagani, F12, SLS and many, many other extremely powerful cars.
You see, brands aside, the automaker marketing machine has already got you and will make your head go spinning, jumping from one make to another with skill that would turn tobacco company managers green with envy.
You will never be truly happy with your supercar. The reason’s quite simple: there will always be another one that’s newer, or better, or faster, or more powerful, or a special “rare” edition, or a big name enjoying a successful comeback thanks to an ingenious automaker and so on.
Above all, a supercar will never give you everything you could want from such a vehicle. It’s something set in stone and will never, ever change. This “never” that’s already starting to get on your nerves should put you in a really pensive mood. Here, just read it again: NEVER.
You will never own “the best”, latest, most capable supercar because the instant you get a new car, another will have sprung up that’s faster, more packed with advanced features and systems for “guaranteed” enhanced road adhesion, more exciting racetrack laps, you name it.
Don’t be sad though. It’s only natural to crave the best. It would be foolish not to. Just as foolish as owners of 15-year old ex-supercars who can’t stop bragging about how they “love” it and how it’s an “integral part of their life”. There is no such thing. If you love supercars, you want top performance, which means you’ll never settle with something that’s technologically dated and just marginally faster than your corporatist neighbor’s sedan.
It’s truly an age-old issue. If the world’s oldest profession is prostitution, supercars are unmistakably rather adept at this “craft”. Supercars are like gorgeous blondes that are found in various places on this planet: luxury hotels, high-class clubs, usually the kind of place where money gets thrown around. An awful lot of money, to be precise.
Manage to get past the Russian accents, and you’ll come across women far more beautiful than any you could have thought were the most beautiful you had ever seen “in your whole life”. And so the struggle begins. What to do? You can’t have them all just for yourself. Besides, you couldn’t decide which one is the “best buy” since there are always “minor factory defects” to spot.
Time and again, you’ll end up hoping the “bug” will be fixed for next one but… this is where Fate comes into play. Remember the “never”? Well, it’s time to say it again. You will never find perfection in this field. There will always be a small “if” and, should you choose to overlook it and just go with the flow, a pesky snowball effect will turn it, day by day, into a beastly one.
In the end, you risk losing a painfully large chunk of your hard-earned savings, since divorces don’t come cheap, especially when such remarkable creatures are involved.
Try exchanging your current supercar with a new one and things will feel instantly familiar. Even though you end up with a car that’s so much better and “perfect”, you’ll be bleeding money every time you do this.
The solution? If one existed, supercars would be different nowadays, and blonde femme-fatales would have gone extinct long ago. In fact, both of them have a very specific purpose: offering particularly intense but also very brief excitement. Oh, and expensive. Unbelievably expensive.
If you can afford this sort of pleasures, it’s best not to overindulge. The greatest mistake you could do is believing, even for a second, that the system can be beaten. It cannot be. You’ll get old, eventually, but there will always be 18-year old super-fresh supercars, improved with superior performance, systems and materials.
They keep coming out, following a natural but very steady, pre-set cycle.
Once you get this into your head, you’re ready to experience them every once in a while, with a clear head and next to no feelings involved, safe from the dangers of bankruptcy. Easily said but, to be honest, damn hard to live by.
Summing it all up, buying a supercar worth 3-400 grand is pretty stupid. OK, maybe you can afford it and that’s really great but what happens one or two years from now?
Renting is likely smarter, albeit still very expensive. In the end, you “get to have it all” (well, almost) and at home you can stick with a car that’s not the latest and “most super” but it’s real good, very comfortable and lacks all those little intentional “bugs” manufacturers leave inside, like tiny ticking bombs.
Just like gorgeous blondes won’t be able to satisfy your every mundane whim, supercars are simply not built for delivering satisfaction day by day, regardless how hard automakers might insist that’s true.
They’re special, fragile, capricious, very demanding (think bottomless bank accounts), extremely cranky and incredibly prone to damage and accidents.
But here’s the thing: this is why Porsche, Bentley and AMG exist. For a fair price, they will deliver a pretty “wife” that’s cultured and well-mannered. An overall OK car that can usually do everything the perfect companion should be able to.
These might be a little boring on the long run, but they make up for it big time through dedication and dependability. Even better, they’re far from “ugly” if you look over at your office mates who still haven’t gone past the VW/BMW/Toyota stage.
Remember: you might not own a Ferrari Enzo but you’re certainly more comfortable and as safe as you can get in this crazy, temptation-filled world.
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