When I see a Ferrari or Aston my first thought tends to be douche bag- my second is usually along the lines of 50 yearold + racing seat + racing suspension + stop and go + general quality of local roads = happy orthopedist
I'm sorry, did I type DB9? I meant Camry.
Cars are pretty meaningless to me, especially now that I don't have to drive to work.
At my last job some Eurotrash douchebag (think a CSC employed version of The Situation) in our building drove a ragged out 2009 DB9 that he parked across three parking spots. Right before I quit that job I drove my (now donated) Golf to work one day and parked right next to him in one of the spots he didn't totally occupy. When I saw him in the elevator at lunch that day I asked him how he liked my parking job and how he liked being a total azzclown. I didn't bother to mention the piss I took on his door handle...