What differentiates a Supercar from a regular car? Is it exclusivity? Is it the price? Is it the sound it makes? Is it the shape? Or is it something else?
Whatever the criteria, I think that a Supercar makes you feel a certain way.
It’s hard to put your finger on how it makes you feel. It’s hard to even articulate in an adult way…
…So why bother trying to be adult about it?
Lets be honest, all of us had posters on our walls of a Supercar. When I was ten, my poster was a black Lamborghini Countach.
I loved every inch of it. It made want to explode with excitement and lust from the merest glimpse of it.
And I think it is the elusiveness of these Supercars that makes excited, makes us feel young, fills us with wonder and lust. For if you saw one every day would you feel the same way? Well maybe…
One thing for certain is they all seem to possess similar qualities. Common styling, familiar details.
They all look angry, like they are ready to pounce on the road in a shouty cloud of smoke and crease the tarmac with their infeasibly wide tyres.
These features, these characteristics make them look like living beasts, with gills and fins. They look like a cross between a Sci-Fi spaceship and a shark…
…but at the same time elegantly beautiful. I could literally sit their for hours and admire their every crease, fold, curve and bump.
I love Supercars because to the ten year old inside of me, they really are Super.