I had a dream last night that I bought a Ferrari because I really felt like I deserved something nice for myself. And there was some sales special where it only cost about $30k.
I was mad because I had traded in my Nissan Sentra, and I’d forgotten to have them take out the stereo equipment I’d bought for it to put into the Ferrari, but then I realized everything in the Ferrari was custom, anyway, so it wouldn’t have fit. And then I realized I’d left my bowling gear in the Sentra, so I’d have to go back to the dealership to get it, but I figured I could go back the next day because they wouldn’t have sold my old car yet.
Anyway, it sucked because it turns out I hated the Ferrari. It drove really fast, but there was no CD player because that was apparently a “custom” option you didn’t get with the $30k special, so I was stuck listening to radio stations that didn’t come in all that well. And the car was low to the ground, but the steering wheel was high on the dashboard, so I was actually looking through the steering wheel in order to see traffic, which was…complicated. And the seat was some new, funky ergonomic design where the left side of my body was lower than the right, and while it had looked cool at the dealership, it was actually really uncomfortable. And I was having a really hard time figuring out the clutch, which had an enormously long throw, so I kept stalling the car in traffic and nearly had an accident.
Even in my dreams, I apparently get what I pay for. Remind me not to play the lottery in my dreams.
If you have a dream about Sandra Bullock, promise me you won’t share it with us here. I don’t think I could take hearing that she had a caustic tongue, bad breath and twenty seven nipples.
Your dream did have a bright side though, don’t overlook that. If you were in fact driving a Ferrari, wouldn’t you be glad that it didn’t have a bowling ball rolling around inside?
I dunno; in the 30K Ferrari, the bowling ball would come shooting straight at your head. You have to pay extra for the, “Stop bowling balls from shooting at my head” option.
It’s probably a good thing that you weren’t driving that Ferrari when the tree jumped out in front of your car. Saving you from death by tree is probably a custom feature not available on the 30k model.
Well, fortunately, I was sitting low enough in the Ferrari that any flying bowling balls would go through the windshield, over my head. No worries. And, if aimed properly, said bowling ball would fly right through the heart of any murderous trees.
I’ve decided, retroactively, that test driving was not an option in the dream. I mean, it’s a $30K Ferrari! Either you want it, or you don’t.
Okay, Asimovian, I now hold you partially responsible for my dream last night. In it I’d just purchased a classic Porsche, only it wasn’t the 911 Turbo I want but instead a 256 Cabriolet mentioned in some previous thread by Wordman. Additionally, I was trying to enter it in a rally but officials disqualified it because of the large shower sprinkler attached overhead that served as an umbrella, their reasoning being that it was an aftermarket addition. I argued against this, claiming the sprinkler had been special ordered from the Stuttgart factory. I know what you must be wondering, so let me save you the trouble of asking… racing green metallic.
Ferrari bowling balls and Porsche shower heads; dreams is weird.
I found the Ferrari that most closely matched the one from my dream. At only $214,000, I feel like I was in the right ballpark. (It’s a big ballpark, folks.) Although, admittedly, this Ferrari doesn’t seem to have some of the same…er…“features” that my dream car did.