I saw two Maseratis Wednesday afternoon in Miami Beach. In the county in which I live, I have never seen a Maserati. Both of the Miami Maseratis were yellow.
I can't fathom driving a yellow car -- look at me, I'm a canary with wheels -- but I could make an exception. You imagine parking a Maserati in your driveway and looking at it and knowing it's yours?
Come on, you didn't grow up wanting to drive a giant SUV. It just happened. Your neighbor bought one and your brother-in-law did and so did two co-workers and a good friend. It was big and comfortable and you just got caught up in it.
Now you have two choices. You can buy an even bigger SUV, which means it will have a greyhound painted on the side. Or you can buy a Maserati.
Please do the right thing. And let me borrow it.