(via Casey Liss)
However, I won’t be buying an R8 any time soon, and neither should you. Because I’ve been down the supercar road three times now, with a Ferrari 355, a Lamborghini Gallardo and a Ford GT. And I can assure you it’s not lined with girls and jelly. It’s mostly a forest of pot holes, expense, frustration, terror and dirty trousers.
(He doesn’t use the serial comma because he’s British. How quaint.)