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I have attended car shows, obsessed over cars, done experiments on my dad's car, every way you can think of for being involved with ultra-high performance cars, except actually having one for most of my life.
The last few years, I finally realized how bored I was getting looking at other people's cars.
"Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer!"
The Hellcat was literally the last thing on Earth I thought I'd ever own, much less go into debt for.
But, in 2019, I was no longer cheering on others' cars or admiring others' cars.
The truck driver unloaded this smoldering red Hellcat from the car carrier. It looked like red-hot lava in car form, complete with those overtly sexual slingshot satin black wheels. I saw one of my local acquaintances observing the whole procedure from his truck across the parking lot. You know what's weird? He later denied witnessing this. Envy?
You sit IN the Hellcat. (Challenger) You aren't up high like my econobox SUV. It was so weird having to look over that massive AND FUNCTIONAL hood bulge to see the road ahead, and I'm a tall guy.
WOW. Did this baby ever HOWL. I let it sit in the dealership for a month or two while they figured out what its small problems were. I was not in a hurry, as I would have to pay the tax on it once I properly registered it and all, so that delay saved me money.
When I took some acquaintances out for a rip on New Year's Day 2020, I actually scared one of them. We were coming up on traffic, and the cars were growing bigger like a shotgun blast aimed at you. Then I stood on the mighty Brembos, and the world stood still, relatively. It got kinda snakey there for a fraction of a second; rutted road, cold temps, but the stability control and my tiny responses on the wheel as the car tried to stand on its nose were well able to keep'er straight.
I have never been that fast except as a passenger in an airplane up to that day.
Now, the world looks different. Traffic sure looks different when there is literally no hole in traffic of which you cannot take advantage. People look at you differently, correction, people actually LOOK at you, especially women, to whom I was the background behind the background before.
Groomsman no more, baby. Groomsman no more.
Now, unless the guy with the GT350 shows up, nobody at the local show'n'shines is usually bringing a car nearly as fast.
Where there was once invisibility, there is now RESPECT.
As Jerry Savelle said: "Envy is the way the world shows respect."
I never begrudged anyone their nice things. Being angry because someone else has something nice is a short road to NEVER HAVING IT yourself.
Like marrying a supermodel, this car costs more and you watch out for it more, but who wouldn't take that tradeoff?
The last few years, I finally realized how bored I was getting looking at other people's cars.
"Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer!"
The Hellcat was literally the last thing on Earth I thought I'd ever own, much less go into debt for.
But, in 2019, I was no longer cheering on others' cars or admiring others' cars.
The truck driver unloaded this smoldering red Hellcat from the car carrier. It looked like red-hot lava in car form, complete with those overtly sexual slingshot satin black wheels. I saw one of my local acquaintances observing the whole procedure from his truck across the parking lot. You know what's weird? He later denied witnessing this. Envy?
You sit IN the Hellcat. (Challenger) You aren't up high like my econobox SUV. It was so weird having to look over that massive AND FUNCTIONAL hood bulge to see the road ahead, and I'm a tall guy.
WOW. Did this baby ever HOWL. I let it sit in the dealership for a month or two while they figured out what its small problems were. I was not in a hurry, as I would have to pay the tax on it once I properly registered it and all, so that delay saved me money.
When I took some acquaintances out for a rip on New Year's Day 2020, I actually scared one of them. We were coming up on traffic, and the cars were growing bigger like a shotgun blast aimed at you. Then I stood on the mighty Brembos, and the world stood still, relatively. It got kinda snakey there for a fraction of a second; rutted road, cold temps, but the stability control and my tiny responses on the wheel as the car tried to stand on its nose were well able to keep'er straight.
I have never been that fast except as a passenger in an airplane up to that day.
Now, the world looks different. Traffic sure looks different when there is literally no hole in traffic of which you cannot take advantage. People look at you differently, correction, people actually LOOK at you, especially women, to whom I was the background behind the background before.
Groomsman no more, baby. Groomsman no more.
Now, unless the guy with the GT350 shows up, nobody at the local show'n'shines is usually bringing a car nearly as fast.
Where there was once invisibility, there is now RESPECT.
As Jerry Savelle said: "Envy is the way the world shows respect."
I never begrudged anyone their nice things. Being angry because someone else has something nice is a short road to NEVER HAVING IT yourself.
Like marrying a supermodel, this car costs more and you watch out for it more, but who wouldn't take that tradeoff?
