Help me, a Parsh parked nearby and now I really want one, even though I kind of have wanted one for awhile now.

“Hey, look at me, I’m fun!” says the nice shiny little sports car, cleaned up, fried eggs gleaming in the sun.

“But I already HAVE a sports car,” came my reply.

“Yes, but I’m different! I’m exotic! I’m surprisingly affordable at this point in my depreciation curve!”

“You don’t have big ‘Murican torque though!” - me

“Yes, but I’m nimble and light, and mid engined.” 

“But my car’s just been paid off!”

“So you can afford ME now, can’t you?” 

“Also I don’t really have a place for you, and you won’t fit my mountain bike.”

“But my brake calipers are RED! You like red.”

Damnit. It’s got a point there.