I’ve always been a car guy.
When I was a younger man, I reflected on the injustice of old men driving super-fast cars while no longer possessing the quick reflexes to fully exploit their machines’ potential.
Young men generally can’t afford supercars. Old men no longer have the responsibilities of paying for their kids’ soccer team fees, college tuitions, braces, etc. So if they have a substantial income, that lifelong dream of owning a drivable work of art may come true.
But they can’t drive them as fast as those fire-breathing dragons deserve.
I propose that older male Ferrari owners host track days for young men in their early twenties to enjoy a lap or two.
Come on, you can afford it.
And invite me. I’m not in my twenties, but…
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Interesting. For me, a car has always been a dependable way to get from here to there. All I want is that it starts and it’s comfortable, and I felt the same way when I was a kid. I suppose if I had millions of dollars I’d own a Vette or something just so I could let you drive it…