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When our sixth kid finally graduated college and moved away, my wife, who had driven monster '50s-'60s-'70s station wagons for years, went out and bought herself a Toyota Celica. People asked her why? She said she wanted something big enough to haul her tennis stuff, but too small for grocery sacks and a bunch of kids.

I learned from living in south Florida with ultra-rich people that the nicer your stuff the more like a prisoner you become. You can only take your car places that are very secure or have reliable valet parking. Most of the world is off limits.

Yeah, I learned that from living in south Florida too, so we moved. If you can't stand the heat....

Uh- what did he expect? As a side note, it doesn't have to be a zillion dollar Ferrari. The same "prisoner of your toy" situation happens with any exotic, or custom vehicle. I even go through it with my custom bicycles. They're fun, but you can't let 'em out of your sight. Way of the world, I guess.

JWM

Apropos of nothing in particular...
When my father was young he shipped out on the ships of the American Merchant Marine. After a six month billet he would walk home from the docks, after midnight, through the streets of Boston with that six month's pay in his pocket. The neighborhoods he walked through included; Southie, Dorchester, Savin Hill and Roxbury.

Before he passed away he mentioned he wouldn't think of doing that now with so much as a credit card in his pocket.