Time To Air Out The Ferrari, Honey
I live in a nice neighborhood. It’s an older neighborhood with tall, shady trees and modest homes. Most yards are clipped and pruned to look quite lovely. Everyone is pleasant. I like it a lot. Like I said, it’s nice.
It’s not, however, nice-nice. By that I mean we don’t have cursive writing on our street signs or matching mailboxes. We have a neighborhood association but it’s “optional”. There’s only a couple lots with three-car garages. You occasionally see a BMW or Mercedes but for the most part Toyotas and Hondas live in the driveways. It’s a nice neighborhood but it isn’t Malibu, if you get my drift.
So imagine my shock when I saw a bright red Ferrari Testarossa in our neighborhood.
My initial thought was… actually, I don’t think I had an initial thought. Because it was parked in his front yard. Not in the driveway – in the yard, on the grass, like Bob Barker was going to walk out the front door and the Ultimate Showcase Showdown would begin. Thoughts did not appear. Neither did Bob Barker.
Why does this bother me? The fact that if he bought that car new, it would cost more than his house doesn’t even boggle my mind that much. Or the fact that he’s killing his grass, because I understand yard work isn’t for everyone. But the thing is he doesn’t have a garage. Yah.
I repeat: HE DOESN’T HAVE A GARAGE!
Go on… you can close your mouth… I know, every time I think about it I lose a brain cell.
This bright red Ferrari – albeit, probably 15 years old – sits on the front lawn in show-car fashion in the sun. He washes and waxes all the time. But leaves it in the sun. When winter started coming around, I was wondering what he was going to cook up – would we see a bright blue tarp covering a bright red Ferrari on dead grass? Nope. Instead it moved. Most likely to wherever he was storing his twin jet-skis because those ended up in his driveway. Because that makes sense.
How does someone drop the money on a super-fine, super-fast, super-mid-life-crisis bright red Ferrari Testarossa and not have a garage? Google explains that this car would have probably set him back about $75,000. That’s a lot of bones. For a used car. That was built in the early 1990s. A garage… about $20,000 for a two-car. My line of thinking on this is If he can afford a Testarossa, twin jet-skis and that Jaguar that is his “everyday car”, he can afford to build a garage. He gets no stamp of approval from this gal.
So what brought on this little rant? I saw the Ferrari yesterday. In all its bright red gloriousness. Still parked on the grass. Like a show-car in the Serengeti because the grass is tall.
And so the cycle repeats.