Me or the wet behind the ears boy racer? I drive a real one with a proper 6 pot engine, none of that turbo rubbish.
So a 3 series then.
I've had a 928GT, Honda NSX, Boxster S, 2 x Integrala Evos which were ferociously quick, a 348.
Its not a case of haters gotta hate - a case of I just don't care any more. The drive way willy waving at the neighbours is pointlessly expensive, and once away from the influence of the Ex my brain soon recalibrated itself. One house owned outright, the second house being covered by the rent on the first, and I get to work, the shops, relatives houses as quickly as I ever did in the exotica, even in the floods or snow.
You can't eat cars, you can't sleep in them (well, in an emergency you can) and the slowest car I ever owned could exceed the national limit by 50%. I shudder to think of all the money I, admittedly financed by the ex, spunked needlessly on fast or flash cars. My current truck has kept me mobile now for 2 years for less than the price of a single months repayment on the Boxster. I just no longer feel the need to drive around with my wallet on display. Just as well, cos there ain't a lot in it!
One amusing moment. When I got the 750iL it was a huge, quietly impressive machine. My first drive to work in it I parked it next to the inspectors Lexus, which looked pretty puny in comparison. A few days later I was dragged off by professional standards who shone an anglepoise lamp in my face and demanded to know how I could afford a to grand motor on a then PCs wages, and wanted me to sign all sorts of bits of paper giving them authority to check my financial affairs. With a wealth spouse from a wealthy family and a seriously good income I was emboldened by not needing to work at all if I didn't want to, so so told them to f*** off (quite literally used those words) and come back when they had some proof of done something wrong - its for them to prove me guilty, not me to prove I'm innocent. After a few days hand wringing from the inspector, who was doubtlessly being leaned on by Profession Standards, I still refused to sign any authority to search my bank accounts. After all, if they had evidence of wrongdoing they could get a RIPA. A short while later it all went quiet and I heard nothing more.