I have a bunch of friends and acquaintances who are car guys. We all know someone who fits the description. Guys who know damned near everything there is to know about automobiles. How they're built, how they work beyond putting gas in and turning the key which is nearly the extent of my knowledge, how to fix them when the break down, how the configuration of a 1962 Chevy Impala Coupe differs from the setup of a 1967 Cadillac Coupe DeVille. You know, just off the top of their heads. Guys who can strip down and rebuild an engine, a transmission and drive train or complete a full front and rear brake job in their tool-laden home garage.
I am not such a guy. A vehicle for me has always been not much more than a means to getting from point A to point B. Automobiles, like houses, are essentially money pits, which begin depreciating the moment you drive them off a car lot. This being said, I do appreciate the aesthetic and performance related characteristics of finer vehicles.
My wife and I have owned some nice vehicles over the last 30ish years, but never anything too extravagant. My first car was a previously owned, metallic brown, 1980-something Nissan Pulsar. The front end was distinctly angled and it had unique pop-up lights, which were great until they eventually refused to pop-up. Another unique "feature" of this car was a rusted-out hole in the driver's side floor, which I patched (on my own), but provided me the option of stopping the car ala Fred Flintstone. I'm fairly certain the Pioneer stereo I installed was worth more than the vehicle itself. I was a teenager. Road tunes were very important. The Pulsar was my first, so I did love this car.
I have since dreamed of one day owning a white Audi TT Coupe. Something about the lines of this automobile really appeal to me. I'm also fairly certain a new TT would have all of the bells and whistles I could ask for.
For now, I'll just keep driving my 2007 Mazda 3 from point A to point B and hope the brakes, I had fixed by a car guy, don't give out.