The body of that magnificent beast makes for a beautiful redhead! However, considering the low slug stance, stiff suspension and cramped cockpit, she is nice to look at and perhaps even lust after, but I suspect she might make for a decidedly punishing ride for some of us! I think I will stick with my Cadillac! LOL.
Since it's all fantasy, I can have the magnificent beast plus another more comfortable car for every day. Oh heck, since it's all in my mind, I'll have more than one fun car.
Yesterday afternoon I went to the grocery store, and my little thirteen year old Oxford green Mini S convertible parked next to a new bright red Ferrari. I think it was a Spider Convertible but am not sufficiently versed in current Ferraris to be sure. It is humbling to park a car you think is pretty cool next to one for which a set of tires would cost more than your whole car could fetch! I'll bet he was buying halibut or rib lamb chops! I got dog treats.
This reminds me of a private banker I used to work with - what are you talking about FF? As do most AAAC member, I dress pretty well and usually was the nicest dressed guy in the room at work - not necessarily with the most expensive clothes - but well-tailored and matched, at least, IMO.
But for several years, I worked with a private banker (my trading team supported his team's clients) and he was always dressed impeccably in beautiful suits, shirt, ties that were either custom or from the uber-luxury top brands. And this guy knew how to buy clothes, have them tailored and assembled into an outfit.
He always - every single day - looked like he walked out of a Savile Row shop. As with your very nice car parked next to the Ferrari, I always felt a bit humbled when I was in a meeting with him.
I kid you not, I would joke with my girlfriend at night, as we finished a dinner of leftover sammies, screw-top wine, followed up by us washing the dishes and taking the dog out for a walk that this man probably had just finished having his butler serve him a meal the equivalent of the finest five-star restaurant with a bottle of vintage blah, blah, blah from the side of the wine list that I never even look at.