I know I am going to come off as a jealous douche, but hear me out. I will be the first to admit I'm jealous and a douche, but my points have merit nonetheless. Have you ever noticed that other Christie Brinkley in Vacation and Magnum, there has never been an attractive person behind the wheel of a Ferrari? Living in LA I see Ferraris more often than I see Camrys, so I am considering myself an authority. Every time I see a the prancing horse it has the same driver. Picture a middle aged, part euro trash, part middle eastern man with more hair on his knuckles than his head and more gold chains that Mr. T (circa his episode of Diff'rent Strokes). Sure you see attractive people sitting in the passenger seat but never behind the wheel. They sit there with this scowl on their faces that just screams, don't worry this guy can drive, he's ugly and yes I blew him, because he's rich.
Case in point, today at the gym this 599 pulled up. The owner hopped out wearing a blue tooth ear piece, pointy shoes, and a shirt that looks like my dog vomited the pattern. Yes, I followed him in the locker room and took these photos of his belongings. Yes, I am jealous of him. Yes I asked him where he got his shirt. Yes, I pressed my face against the glass of his car. My shame doesn't mean I am wrong.
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