I’ve never had much luck with sports cars, even the ones that aren’t that expensive. My first car was a sporty Nissan 240 SX and I totaled it two weeks after I got my driver’s license. (You can read all about that in this post.) Yeah, I was young, and statistically speaking it was bound to happen, but after that I got a beater Honda which I drove into the ground and never once got into an accident while driving it. Why? I believe it’s because it wasn’t a sports car.
Sports cars are accident prone vehicles, at least in my experience. Maybe you don’t agree, and that’s okay, but this is especially true for me if they are red. Not only that, but driving them raises your insurance rates to high heaven, so much so that you feel like you’re in hell every time that bill comes in the mail. Good grief, I can’t tell you how much higher my insurance premium was when I drove a red sports car than when I didn’t. Something about the color red and the sports label, but when you put them together, you can forget about ever having money in your bank account, especially since you’re bound to total the car anyway.
Also, anytime I see someone driving a sports car, the person usually fits into one of the following categories:
- 45-year-old male experiencing a midlife crisis
- 16-year-old female who’s texting while driving and shouldn’t even be on the road
- 32-year-old single guy who’s car is an obvious symbol of the insecurity he has over the size of his penis
Never do I EVER want to be in any of the above situations or classes of people. Especially the third one. Have you ever been riding down the road and witnessed some asshole rev his engine just before gunning it to pass everyone because he couldn’t wait the extra two seconds it takes for the person in front of him to hit the gas after a red light turned green? Yeah. That guy is who I never want to be.
So that’s enough reason for me to never want to own a sports car, no matter how expensive it is, but I will especially never own one who’s price tag goes above that which can be afforded by a normal, middle-class American. Why? Because cars depreciate in value as soon as you drive them off the lot. As a matter of fact, I’ve been giving serious consideration to never owning a car again and only leasing from now on for this very reason. Cars are not a good investment. Period.
“Why do I own a blog about cars and speed, then?”
Good question. This blog was never meant to be for car-lovers so much as for those who enjoy spending time behind the wheel. Whether it’s in a beater Honda Civic or a beautiful McLaren is irrelevant. When I’m in my car, the wheels in my head are usually spinning as fast as the ones on my vehicle, and sharing the movement of those wheels is, and always will be, my purpose in writing.