I’m in the market for a Lamborghini.
I don’t want to buy one (well, I do, but my finances don’t agree), though—I want to rent one. For a day. I want 12 hours of Lamborghini excitement where I can forget about any problems in life and just experience the ethereal bliss that comes with driving a Raging Bull.
My only problem is I can’t find one. My city doesn’t have an exotic-car rental service. I was planning a trip to Boise and thought maybe I’d have luck there. No go. Well, except I did find a company that will transport a Lamborghini from Miami to Boise for me. For the price, though, I might as well put a down payment on a car of my own.
Sure, I could rent something more civilized, like a Mercedes-Benz E-Class, but that’s not all that far removed from what I drive every day. It certainly wouldn’t do anything to satisfy my carnal need for pure insanity.
This weekend, while out on the town, a black Murcielago parked outside a nightclub tempted me to stand there and wait until its driver came back. I wanted to ask him how much it would take for me to rent it from him for a day. Rational thought prevailed, however, when I realized, if it were my car, I would never consider letting some moron I met downtown take it out for a day. Then again, I wouldn’t have parked it next to a rusty old Valiant, either.
So my quest continues. I will get my Lamborghini for a day, someday. Maybe a local car dealer has a bead on one, or maybe someone will read this, feel sorry for me and offer to fly one in from Miami.
Have you ever driven your dream car? If not, what would you give anything to drive for a day?