It's my birthday. Yay. I'm 32. Not old, not young. I'm officially middle aged. And if you consider the fact that my sweet mom didn't even make it to 60, I'm past middle aged. Does that give me permission to run out and buy a new sports car? Okay.
If you had enough money to buy what ever car you wanted, and could only pick one, what would it be?
Let's also consider you had enough money to pay the gas and insurance and other incidentals. That's just to get all you "realists" involved. Live a little.
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