My good friend Jeremy Clarkson has a way with words. (I liked him on Facebook, which means we’re friends, right?)
Here’s a status he so eloquently posted yesterday on his fan page:
Supercars appeal to the small boy in us all. We may hate the bastards who have them and we may know they make no sense at all, but that doesn’t stop us wanting one.
Well, we only hate the people who have them when they don’t appreciate them or have the skill to drive them. For those people, the car is nothing more than a symbol of success. For others, though, the supercar is owned because of a true passion for the design, engineering and performance behind the car.
Both types of people have made the news over the last couple of days.
First, 23-year-old rapper Tyga lost control of his Lamborghini Aventador and ran it off the road into a snow-dusted ditch. Since cars are just toys to him, he quickly posted a picture along with a statement that said, “Just crashed my lambo. Thank God for the seatbelt!”
I don’t personally know Tyga (since I haven’t liked him on Facebook yet), so I can’t say whether or not he has a passion for supercars, but I do know he also has a gold-plated Audi R8. That tells me he’s in it for the fashion statement.
On the other end of the spectrum we have a Google exec, Benjamin Treynor, who happens to frequent enthusiast forums and talk about his cars; a Ferrari 458 Italia, a McLaren MP4-12C Spider and a Ford F-150 Raptor. As often happens on forums, he got questioned about really owning such prized vehicles. The doubtful forum member asked for proof to back up his claim of ownership, and had a very specific request:
He wanted to see pictures of the cars posed with bread. (Hey, no judging here—everyone has their thing.)
Treynor obviously has a sense of humor and complied, posting his 458 with a loaf of Italian bread, the McLaren with an English crumpet, and the Raptor with a loaf of New York rye.
I am one of those people who would buy a supercar if I could, but I don’t hate the well-off folk who actually own them. Personally, though, I’d rather see pictures of supercars with bread than pictures of supercars in ditches.
What kind of supercar owner would you be: show-off or connoisseur?