I mean, do the people who can afford this car really want to “get caught” thinking/wanting to use the car to get into clubs, be the talk of the town and as a pickup-gadget?
I’m sure they all use it for those reasons but I’m not sure they wish that exposed..
Given that there’s absolutely no need for a car such as this, vanity and preening are the only real reasons for owning it. The ad just speaks the truth: If you got it, flaunt it. It’s the car as phallus, just a flashier, luxury-class version of the heavy-duty dual-y trucks you see around town that’ll never ever leave asphalt, much less haul hay and baling wire.
Somewhere a while back I ran across an article which argues that, in strictly evolutionary terms, Art, like the peacock’s feathers, must serve one function only: to pick up chicks. Or, as Charles Bukowski once so eloquently put it, “I’ll tell the women that the face is my experience and the hands are my soul - anything to get those panties down.” –Rolling Stone, June 17, 1976
I’d happily drive the convertible option, but I don’t seem to see it. What’s the point of a really expensive, really fast sports car if I can’t be seen driving it? Don’t like hiding my light under a bushel, no.
Now, the C8 Spyker SWB? Totally getting some tail with that.
you make a grown man cry.
wasn’t that pretty tacky?
I mean, do the people who can afford this car really want to “get caught” thinking/wanting to use the car to get into clubs, be the talk of the town and as a pickup-gadget?
I’m sure they all use it for those reasons but I’m not sure they wish that exposed..
LeBaron,
Given that there’s absolutely no need for a car such as this, vanity and preening are the only real reasons for owning it. The ad just speaks the truth: If you got it, flaunt it. It’s the car as phallus, just a flashier, luxury-class version of the heavy-duty dual-y trucks you see around town that’ll never ever leave asphalt, much less haul hay and baling wire.
Somewhere a while back I ran across an article which argues that, in strictly evolutionary terms, Art, like the peacock’s feathers, must serve one function only: to pick up chicks. Or, as Charles Bukowski once so eloquently put it, “I’ll tell the women that the face is my experience and the hands are my soul - anything to get those panties down.” –Rolling Stone, June 17, 1976
I’d happily drive the convertible option, but I don’t seem to see it. What’s the point of a really expensive, really fast sports car if I can’t be seen driving it? Don’t like hiding my light under a bushel, no.
Now, the C8 Spyker SWB? Totally getting some tail with that.