Let’s be real: I am not rollin’ in an exotic. My middle-class wheels get me from Point A to Point B with a little fun in between, but it’s not something that’s going to get any panties thrown at it (that and the fact that I’m not a wealthy middle-aged man). The closest I get to those amazing pieces of vehicular art is the same as most of you: at the auto show and, if I’m very, very lucky, the occasional track day at which I’m either working or to which someone has graciously invited me.
In the last couple of weeks though, I have seen some ridiculously hot cars driving around town. Maybe it’s because summer, traditionally the season for showing off one’s hotness, is upon us. Maybe it’s because for the past couple of years the filthy rich have been dialing it down a bit so they don’t seem too terribly gauche in the face of the recession, and just want to play with their toys again.
Whatever the reason, I couldn’t be happier. Seeing one of these beauties makes my day and, I imagine, it makes the days of everyone else that sees them. It’s like seeing a stunning woman or sunset – you do a double take, smile, and revel in the fact that you live in a universe capable of creating such beauty.
I have seen four absolutely amazing (and pricey) exotics in the last two weeks. All have been in the swankier parts of town. That’s how I roll (in my middle-class wheels).
These photos are not of the actual cars I saw but are representative. In some cases taking a photo wasn’t practical (like when I was driving and getting passed at 95 MPH) or would’ve been weird, like in the parking lot of a home improvement store with my hands full of insecticide.
Regardless, here they are. Enjoy the eye candy! (REM: Sorry, I had to lift the pictures from on-line sources. Need to protect my anonymity. No pictures of my neighborhood, sorry.)
The Bugatti Veyron
I actually know who owns this one – not personally, but I know who it is. He has made his considerable fortune in porn and also owns a Lambo LP640. Must be how he gets all those girls to be in his, uh, art films. I hear he’s a true car aficionado and brings his babies out to track days whenever his busy porn schedule allows.
The Porsche 911 GT3
Saw this sweet little number in the parking lot of a restaurant after downing a very strong margarita. I checked with my designated driver to make sure I wasn’t wearing the world’s strongest beer goggles and he confirmed it was, in fact, a GT3. I’m pretty sure the owner was among the group of men sitting at the table directly behind me; the place wasn’t busy and they had that air of Masters of the Universe about them. This one was electric blue, much like the beauty I saw the next day…
The Audi R8
The very next afternoon I took a trip to my local home improvement store to pick up some hornet spray. While walking in I saw this goddess of a vehicle pull into the spot across from me. I loved that the owner parked between two other cars and wasn’t one of those d-bags that pulls lengthwise across three spots. I wasn’t her only admirer; every stock boy in the place came out to gawk.
The Lotus Exige
I don’t know which Exige it was because it blew past me on the freeway going at least 95 in a 65; from a distance I thought it might be a Spyker. No such luck, but pretty damn cool anyway. I saw him coming up in my rearview and gladly moved over, mostly to gawk as he sped by. Made for quite the exciting trip to Target!
So yeah, I kinda dig my neighborhood. What sweet wheels do you see around your neck of the woods?
The Booth Babe is an anonymous auto show model who dishes about what really goes on behind the scenes. Read her blog at http://doyoucomewiththecar.blogspot.com. And if you treat her nicely, read her each Sunday at Thetruthaboutcars.com