The Fast and the Furious

Cars, let's face it, they fascinate men. And the bigger, badder and faster, the better! Yesterday I had to go sort out an IT issue at a client of mine, and he had a picture of the Lamborghini Aventador as his desktop wallpaper. After we stared at it longingly for about 10 minutes, during which time I am convinced that I drooled on his keyboard, I asked him if his employers knew that he had porn on his computer. Because that is all that car is; pure, unadulterated car pornography! For those who don't know what I'm talking about, let me enlighten you:

Right, now that you have had a chance to look at motoring perfection, pick your jaw up off the floor, and wipe the drool from your keyboard. The statistics for this car is almost as mindblowing as the price. I won't bore you with it, but it begs the question, why would you buy something like this? Is it for the pure thrill of owning a supercar? Or just the fact that you can pull up to a traffic light and look all smug? A car like this makes sense as a poster against a wall, or as the new Batmobile. (I mean, just imagine that thing in black!) But as a tool for every day commuting? Probably not. I live in South Africa, where the rules of the road are more like suggestions than actual rules. Most of the time you are not driving, you are playing bumper cars or go-karts. So if you drive a car like this, you will arrive at your destination sweating profusely and shaking endlessly. Your morning commute would have been more exciting than poking the school bully in the eye. So while I love the Aventador, in fact, while I love all supercars, I would not want to own one. I want to be able to enjoy my commute (well, as much as is possible in SA) without having to worry that a minibus taxi is going to remove my extremely expensive supercar's front bumper.