I don’t live in California. Malibu and Beverly Hills are a good 1,200 miles and 18 hours away by car. In my quiet little corner of Washington State, I’m more likely to see Ford trucks than Ferraris. There are more Plymouths here than pimped-out Paganis.
That’s probably true anywhere, but lately I’m noticing more exotics and customized rides that would be more at home on the highways of Southern California than on the pitted and potholed streets of my hometown.
Then, the mother lode:
On Monday night, on the way to a downtown dinner date, a red 458 Italia drove through the intersection directly in front my car. My date, a Porsche purist to her core, even showed retrained excitement from the passenger seat. I, on the other hand, screamed like a teenage girl at a OneDirection concert.
We just don’t see those cars every day here. No, correction: We don’t see those cars *ever* here.
I’m the kind of guy who gets more excited about seeing famous exotic cars than I do about seeing celebrities. I have worked with plenty of rock stars and interviewed many celebs in past work lives, once even sharing an uncomfortable bathroom moment with Jeff Goldblum. None of those sightings or experiences created the visceral response of seeing that Ferrari, though. Granted, the pretty lady next to me could have had a part in that, but adding the 458 was just too much for my sensory system to process.
My point in all this is simple: Seeing an unexpected car in an unexpected place can create unexpected excitement. Wouldn’t it be cool to be the source of that excitement? Of course, very few of us can afford a new 458, but there are used exotics out there that are slightly more affordable.
Are you seeing more exotics than usual in your neck of the woods?