You're right about that. I'm itching to get a sporty convertible, but additions to the house, student loans, etc are making me delay scratching that itch. Anyway, when I picture myself in a 'vette convertible, or a Z4, or Boxster, or somesuch, invariably my mind will drift over to people on the sidewalk muttering something about a mid-life crisis.

Of course, if I listened to Mark, I'd just imagine myself running over them and then chipping the evidence, and that'd fix that!

Bears, beets, Battlestar Galactica.