And that probably says something about your personality; pragmatic, sensible, little spirit of romanticism, not a lot of sentimental attachments to material goods. Or maybe you just weren’t ever touched by car culture; maybe you’re from a large city with access to good mass transit.
I am curious about what motivated you to post in a thread about the psychological ramifications of desiring a certain car when you don’t actually like cars.
Easy: A 1937 Talbot Lago T150C SS Teardrop Coupe. See 1937 Talbot-Lago T150C SS Pics & Information. Scroll down halfway to see the one that sold for $3.5 million at auction.
I think it says while I obviously want attention, my cock is still big enough to satisfy.
Even if I had a billion dollars, I think I’d end up with 3 basic vehicles;
Toyota Highlander Hybrid Special Edition. The big fancy vehicle.
Honda Civic Hybrid or Ford Fusion Hybrid. Day to day driving.
Chevy 1500 extended cab full length bed pickup. For hauling and working.
I am assuming “money is no object” will also include the upkeep, and the maintenance, and the insurance.
First choice, for fun: Lotus Elise. This isn’t outrageously out of my range, and I love the look.
Second choice, for showing off: Astin-Martin Vanquish. I’m not ready to move on to the DB9.
Third choice, for pure ostentatiousness: Bugatti Veyron.
A Rolls Royce.
Either the Adam West-mobile or the powerful Mach 5.
I have a Ford Ranger, and I’d stick with it no matter how much money I had. Personally, I’ve got no desire for a ritzy sports car when my compact pick-up truck works just fine for me.
I cannot limit myself to one car, here are some options:
I had 2 of them in the early 60s. The one I had for the longest time was a bright red roadster with a black rag top. It was a fun auto to drive.
The very one I have. '06 Pathfinder.
(2 feet of snow so far today and counting).
Huh- forgetting for a moment that I had to go with a third-row this time around…
Land Rover Range Rover (full size, not sport)- the new body style (I used to have a 2000 but she died). Maybe a Westminster edition.
Land Rover Discovery II, SE7, Bonatti grey… oh wait, I already have that one.
Land Rover Defender, 90 or 110, stick or auto, preferably bright fucking yellow. They are no longer sold here, so I’d have to get a used one.
Without a doubt, Aston Martin DBS. I become sexually excited when I see it.
And yes, I would keep a Walther in the glove box and a spare tuxedo in the trunk, for when I happen to be in Monaco.
sigh
One day.
But I would make my daily commuter a Fiat 500 (or maybe an Alfa Romeo Spider; something Italian I’d have to work on constantly). Hopefully a new one (the Abarth) but right now, the only 500 you can buy in the states without jumping through the importation hoops would be one of the older ones. I’d be fine with that.
I don’t have a particular car in mind, but a set of vague criteria:
It’s an automatic, because I don’t find driving much fun, or any more interesting if I need to do more to get from point a to b. I’d like more pick up than a 4-cylinder engine, too. I want something a deep metallic red; remember cherry blowpops? Think the color of one that’s wet. It should get good marks for reliability. It should be a small hatchback, because the hatchback I had to retire a couple of years ago rocked. But the back window needs to be quite a bit lower than most of the newish hatchbacks, because it’s hard for short people to back up when the back window is too high. And it should get good gas mileage, because I hate having to get gas. Oh, and have decent ground clearance, because my current car is too low to the ground and that is one of its many faults. If I can’t get a garage to go with this car, can I get the under-carriage coated with something effective so road salt doesn’t eat it?
I don’t know what this car is, but that’s what I’d be looking for if money wasn’t an issue.
To feel smugly superior over all of us small-dick-compensating, materialistic jerks who love cars.
This one is way too hard for me to decide. If I were going the luxury-car route, I’d get a Rolls-Royce Camargue or an Excalibur if I wanted to be a little more eccentric.
For a sports car I think I’d go for either a Maserati Ghibli or a Marcos GT.
In the “rugged 4x4” department, I’d get a vintage International Rallye Scout or, more likely, an original SJ-body Jeep Cherokee (restored to factory-new condition.) (How many people do you think know that’s what the Jeep Cherokee originally looked like?)
Someday…
I am sorry, but you are all wrong. The correct answer is the Maybach Exelero.
The Shelby GT. Elenor…
General Lee.
The Batmobile (Adam West Version)
1959 Cadillac with Fins (When I was little for some reason I recall LOVING this car. Today, I have no idea why. But if money’s no object, I’d buy this just to satisfy my inner child).
Same reasoning: I’d buy my first car: A Red 1985 Chrysler Lebaron. And then put a CD player in it. (-_-)
Though which car to do I want currently? The 350Z, the recent Mustang or the Dodge Challenger.
A 1971 Lamborghini Miura: they might have been expensive, unreliable, and positively dangerous at high speed, but in terms of looks owning one says “I am sex”.
A nice looking car from the late 1940s, because I like that era in general. Retrofitted with power steering and power brakes.
Some Ferrari, probably. I’ve always loved them. This one is nice, although I’m not in love with red cars. This assumes, since I’m so filthy-rich and all, that I also have other vehicles for hauling my dogs around.
