Can I hand you this tiny violin? I feel like we should play a little number in sympathy for people who drive modern supercars on the road.
I know it’s an unusual minority group to garner support for, but they have it tougher than you think.
For one: there’s the lack of sympathy and understanding for them in the first place – the UK’s peculiar brand of envy politics sees to that. People’s first thoughts when they see a supercar are that it’s being driven by a footballer, banker, exploitative capitalist, someone with a rich dad, or a foreigner who doesn’t pay any taxes. Basically, then, drive a supercar and already not a lot of people are on your side.
And because they’ve been bold enough to drive a Lamborghini wrapped in silver, people are similarly unafraid to tell them what they think. Driving a supercar is like having YouTube comments piped direct into the cabin.
None of which matters, of course, because they’ve got the supercar, and those pointing and swearing haven’t, correct? Which means they’ve got the smugness of untold performance and motoring nirvana, anywhere, at any time.
Well, they haven’t. Driving a modern supercar on the road is a crushingly frustrating experience.