Hate going to these things, cause by the end of the day after you wipe the drool off your chin, you head back to your car. You stare at it for a second, shake your head, and say something like, why couldn’t you’ve been a Ferrari. Most likely out of hurt feelings your car doesn’t want to turn on after that. But before all that happens, you walk around for a good hour or two and just gawk over the most beautiful, rare, outrageous cars you dream about buying. And every now and then you hear them while taking off or just arriving to join its brothers.
A quick few teasers till tomorrow: