There you have it. You drive to Geneva in a customized Lotus, crammed to the ceiling with the nicest wireless products some of the most advanced global brands can get. You feel good. You feel great. Let’s face it, when you hear that roar from the twin exhausts… *sigh*
And then you walk into the Geneva car show, and you bump into a Lotus model that not only outruns ours easily (ego getting new dent), but can just outsmart us by lengths: the bloody thing also floats on water, and has some speedboat ambitions.
I want one. And I want the 007 license plates. Call it midlife crises J
