It’s taking every ounce of self control I have not to bid on this car.
What a lovely piece of machinery.
So strange to think about how astounded my 1990 self would be at the fact that my 2015 self could seriously contemplate buying something like that — and paying for it in straight-up cash.
I don’t need a Maserati. In a deeper sense, I don’t really want one. But if Anna Kendrick wanted to buy me one as proof of her eternal love, I’d sure as hell take it.
Anna? Your move?