CPO Lambo the Way to Go?
I've always liked Lamborghinis better than Ferraris. I have no rational basis for feeling this way. Oddly enough, that makes me the perfect Lambo client; except for the "I have no money" part. But let's say you have a bit of extra cash/credit/cocaine lying around the McMansion, but you're still a couple of tens of thousands of dead presidents short of the $201k needed to purchase the (now) entry level Gallardo LP560-4. You could by a Porsche. But that's a bit like spicing-up your mac & cheese with a can of tuna. Fear not! Lamborghini has a solution for you: a certified pre-owned (CPO) purchase program! Imagine, all the joy inherent to a dealership experience plus the calming charms of buying a used Italian supercar. How could you lose? After all, Ferrari and Maserati have had similar programs in place for years. Of course, paying a monthly nut for a used bull will still cost an arm and a leg and a lucky lotto ticket. How much? If you have to ask, you have to ask. Only we can't tell you and neither can Lamborghini. But when they can, we will. Any guesses?
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Why do you assume all supercar drivers are pricks? The only one I ever knew was a great guy. He kept a car collection in an airplane hangar with his two airplanes. He flew the jet himself, and also spent time on the track with some of his cars.
Crusher: There is a simple formula: Nicer car than me = prick Lesser car than me = lower form of life Accurate, no. Common, yes. That said, I'm eating some re-heated mac & cheese I spiced up with tuna. Good Eats.
"Imagine, all the joy inherent to a dealership experience plus the calming charms of buying a used Italian supercar. How could you lose?" Made me laugh.
Landcrusher: I jest, sort of. The only true supercar owner I know (Ferrari) is a good guy. But statistically, and it may just be a function of where I live, most supercars I see in New York are correlated with some kind of prickish indicators: * Parked in the overpriced parking garages of prickish modern buildings * Parked on the street in neighborhoods that were cool 5+ years ago, but now are frequented only by pricks (Meatpacking District, SoHo, etc.) * Occupied by an older male driver and a younger female passenger * Driving slowly (while revving the engine obnoxiously) through crowded areas that could have easily been avoided if the driver weren't trying to be seen (e.g. Herald Square on a Saturday - really, you have nowhere better to go?) * Circling prickish nightclubs (note: the only exception is if said car is in front of the 40/40 Club and is actually driven by Jay-Z, otherwise the driver is probably a prick) * Headed for the Hamptons * Driven by a banker-looking dude in short shorts with a squash racket on the passenger seat