(Note that the motivated reader can combine my rebuttal with some of Woolley’s arguments to claim, rather persuasively, that motorcycles are cooler than both bicycles and cars. This should come as a surprise to precisely no-one.)
One of the great tragedies of our time is that the vast majority of incredibly capable hypercars will never be driven near ten percent of their potential. These fantastic performance machines are relegated to status objects, to be kept in pristine climate-controlled garages and shown off to dutifully-admiring guests at cocktail parties.
Youtube, as ever, restores my faith in humankind:
(The careful reader will detect a certain amount of hyperbole in this post — but holy shit that Enzo looks like it’s having FUN.)
In case you haven’t heard, it’s Corvette C7 Reveal Time over at Jalopnik, in which they gloat the fuck out of how their officially-denied leaked preview images look more or less exactly like the real thing. Also, they title a story thus:
The ‘vette is America’s Supercar. For many young buyers, that’s all you need, because supercar. For the rest of them, it doesn’t matter what you do — they see a tiny trunk and no real back seat and a bigass V8 they “don’t need”, and then they go off and buy the Japanese (“they’re so reliable!”) crossover they were going to buy in the first place.
If the first group of young buyers aren’t picking up fresh-out-of-Bowling Green C6s (and, soon, C7s) right off the dealer’s lot, it’s not because the cars don’t have teh sexxy — it’s because they’re priced in the high five figures. Young buyers who insist on a ‘vette are probably going to end up with a four-figure used C4 or an only slightly pricier used C5, because (spoiler warning) young buyers aren’t generally dripping in cash.