All I want for Christmas...

I like Ferrari. Some may say I am obsessed with Ferrari, but I think it is more like a healthy love than anything more serious than that. If I remember correctly, I started loving these exotic super-cars when I was about the age my son is now, so it should be no surprise to me that exotic matchbox cars were on his Christmas wish list this year. Sweet...Santa is going to have it easy this year!

My son, unfortunately, likes Lamborghini, but he also has a healthy love for Ferrari as well.  Methinks that is more because I love them and not so much because he likes them.  He has also mentioned that he plans to buy me one when he is old enough to drive. I have not had the heart to tell him that most likely will not happen, so instead I thank him and go off dreaming about buying one myself one day.

Speaking of buying one, let me go on record by saying that I will own one before I die. Okay, maybe it will not be the Enzo ($1,000,000 - give or take a few hundred thousand) or the one that started it all for me, a 288 GTO (Bargain priced at $300,000 - give or take a hundred thousand), but I will own one, even if it means buying a used 308 (think Magnum PI), for under 20 grand.  Yes, for that money it might...errr...will need some work, but as long as I can tag it, insure it, and drive it, I will be perfectly happy.

Ferrari Enzo

Ferrari 288 GTO

 But, sharing my dreams of Ferraris is not the reason for this post. No, it is more serious than that. This post is about the horrible state of affairs our world has entered.  I realized just how depressing our world has become today while I was Christmas shopping.  A tragedy indeed.  A world where even dreams have become a part of the "green movement" where the finely tuned music of a 600 horsepower engine is becoming a distant memory. A world where it is nearly impossible to find an exotic Matchbox or Hot Wheels car. A world where Matchbox and Hot Wheels are marketing cars like the Toyota Prius and the Honda Insight...really?  Is this really what our world has become?  It is a sad, sad day, indeed. 

When I was a kid, the main idea behind Matchbox and Hot Wheels cars was to be able to fantasize about owning cars that were cool and probably out of reach for the middle class citizen. Cars like Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche, and hot rods like Chevy, Pontiac, and Oldsmobile outnumbered the silly cars like the panel truck and police cars (although, some of the cop cars were pretty cool).  Today, I challenge you to try to find a Ferrari in the car section of your local Target or Toys R Us stores...ain't gonna be there...and that is a shame. 

A Prius???  Really???  Come on, now, are you kidding me?  Okay, granted, the Prius is a pretty significant car for today's world with its green soul and trendy status, but make a Hot Wheels/Matchbox car in its likeness?  And the Insight?  Gag me with a spoon!  Maybe, just maybe, I can see a Prelude or even the Accord, but the Insight?  wow...what were they thinking?  I can see it now, a little seven year old talking to his dad, "Dad, when I grow up, I want to own a Prius!"  huh? say what? Phbbttttt!!!

Really???

So, as I rifled through the assortment of miniature cars hanging on the extend metal rod from the peg board wall, I quickly realized that Santa may have a problem this year.  Foreign exotic Matchbox and Hot Wheels cars are apparently just as difficult to come by as the real thing.  Fortunately, I have quite a collection of Ferraris from back in the day, back when Matchbox and Hot Wheels were actually cool.  Unfortunately for my son, he isn't going to get any of those, but at least I can show him how cool these two companies were at one time. 

This is about 1/1000th of my collection

No, this post is not really relevant to anything remotely related to Asperger's, except for the fact that my son's mind is set on receiving these exotic cars and will be crushed like a grape in France during wine season - thanks Matchbox and Hot Wheels for that, by the way.  Instead, it is just a simple little rant about the ludicrousness of being politically correct in an area that is meant for fantasies and dreams.  Don't get me wrong, political correctness is a necessity is some aspects of life, and if I have offended you in any way, shape, or form, please accept my...um...sincere apologies and know that I will promise to alter my personality for your benefit in the near future...but only after Matchbox and Hot Wheels start making cool cars again!  








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