Ladies and gentlemen, my Aston Martin and I have returned from our 1,600-mile journey into the Maine wilderness. It was a wonderful trip with my fiancée that included lots of excitement, and adventure, and only one unscheduled repair stop at a rural discount tire shop next to an abandoned lot filled with Volkswagens.
When I die, I think this is what my tombstone will say: Here lies Doug DeMuro. Crushed a PT Cruiser with a Hummer.
As I look back on the ownership of my Ferrari 360 Modena about a year after I sold it, I think I can finally say that I’ve pinpointed the major reasons why I didn’t like it.