So after picking it up this weekend and putting ~300 miles on the car, I am rather surprised at the amount of (negative) attention this thing gets. My old car was actually more expensive when new, but it was "just" a Mercedes. It was red. My new car is white.
I'm the same person. I go to the same places. I drive the same speed. I dress the same way (very casual). I have no shame going to the Dollar Tree for Glade scented refills. to Wal-Mart for shampoo. etc etc.
I can say with (anecdotal) certainty that I get honked at more. People follow closer. They try to race.
Perception, it seems, really does matter.
I chose the car NOT because of the brand. But because there is no car for less than $200k USD that invokes the same visceral driving experience, and can take me skiing in the winters. None. The engine is handbuilt in Maranello, by Ferrari. The transmission, Germany. Final assembly in the foothills of the Italian Alps. And of course (most importantly), the sound is as if Thor and Mozart got together and created a symphonic eargasm.
So the dilemma is:
How is a man able to enjoy the finer things in life without getting so much flack from the plebes?