You remember that Kanye West/Jay Z song from 2011, Otis?
Sick song, great clip, awesome lyrics but I've heard it so many times it's almost reached the Somebody That I Used To Know stage. Almost.
Anyhow, Otis came on while I was at the gym the other day and the Kanye lyric caught me, once again:
They ain't see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
I was like, really? Do you have to rub it in, Kanye?
Maybe I was feeling a little tender because I'd had a conversation with a girlfriend who drives a BMW and had said to her: "Honestly, why waste your money? What the hell does your car have that mine (a Mazda3) does not?"
She listed a bunch of stuff that I don't friggin' need anyway, then said: "Honestly, there's just such a difference driving a car designed for getting you from A to B (mine) and one that's made for sheer driving pleasure (hers). It makes me smile every day driving to work."
Now, I get that, because I once got the chance to drive a Bentley Continental GTC Speed (pictured). The wheel rims alone on the car cost $23,000, about what my ride does, factory new.
But I loved driving it. It was so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up.
This is the reason why you hear so many rich people saying "money doesn't buy you happiness"; because they want you to believe that hokum.
The thing is, when you drive a Bentley or travel internationally via Lear jet or get to spend the weekend at some stupid, multi-multi-million dollar waterfront mansion with its own wharf and yacht, you realise - hell, this is goooooood.
It may not make you happy, but it's immensely more fun than the pension and home brand tinned spaghetti.
And rich people know that. They know if we all had a taste of what it's like to be fabulously wealthy, we'd be tearing them apart like roast chicken to get us some of it.
But we don't, because we're largely ignorant of what real luxury is like.
Day to day, I seriously don't covet more than I have, but every now and then, I do think it'd be nice to drive a smokin' hot car. And then I start getting fanciful and wonder, if I had to choose just one, what would it be?
They're in Letterman's 1995 Volvo 960 station wagon. The only wrinkle is it has a high-performance racing engine inside built by none-other than the late, great speed-nut, actor Paul Newman.
"It's a 380-horsepower Ford V8 with a supercharger and Mustang five-speed gearbox," says Seinfeld.
Letterman knows how to drive his cars, too. He's famous for the number of speeding fines he's racked up racing between his home in Connecticut and studios in New York City.
As a cub reporter, when working for a certain US supermarket tabloid, I got sent to stake out Letterman's home, which was then in the back-blocks of New Canaan, Connecticut.
Letterman knew we were there, so he just rolled out in one of his sports cars and floored it. He so lost us on the backwoods roads, we were lucky not to end up with a tree in the dashboard while trying to keep pace.
But his Volvo? It looks like the kind of car that should be dropping kids off to school. However, it flies and I love that.
I've always wanted to do the same thing with an EH Holden: Immaculately restore it, but drop a racing engine into the thing.
Failing that, a Bentley GTC Speed will do just fine.
What's your dream car?
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