I’ve bought a sports car. 
This sort of thing happens to gents of my age, apparently. We’re trying to recapture our youth, and demonstrate a last gasp of vigour before we trail down the slope to retirement, golf and whist drives. It’s supposed to indicate we’re insecure about our increasing age and terrified of the future…
Well, that’s a load of old cobblers I’m afraid. Yes, I’ve got a few grey hairs, but at 38 I’m hardly over the hill and picking up speed. Why have I bought a sports car? Simple, because I want one and I can afford it. I don’t need a long distance cruising car anymore, and we’ve got a practical car already.
So the next accusation that gets levelled is that you’re trying to compensate for some kind of Freudian deficiency. Sorry, that doesn’t stack up either. My little car isn’t incredibly fast, in fact most modern hot hatches will completely outrun it. It’s not very big, it has tiny little wheels and it’s not full of gadgets either. What would Freud have made of that then?
Then you get told it’s a ‘hairdresser’s car’. Well, I don’t know many hairdressers who have a RWD drive car, with a limited slip differential and no traction control. It doesn’t cosset you, it’s not particularly comfortable and it mucks up your hair good and proper if you drive it with the roof down!
To be fair 95% of people are really enthusiastic about it, but some can’t seem to help but be disparaging, troting out these hoary old cliches. I reckon Freud would have them nailed down though… jealousy perhaps?
More pics on facebook btw!
When I was of comparable age I too had a “mid life crisis” and bought a motorbike.
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What a waste of money that was !
A car is a far better toy
i’d love a car like that