I will add that I drove the 'bird into work today. I'll be done in about a half hour. I'm already nervous and excited with sweaty palms to drive it home. That doesn't happen with typical cars. It's like Christmas eve and I'm about to open a big ass tire shredding present shortly. WOOT!
There's your value. If you haven't built one, or driven one alot, you probably won't understand, and rightfully so. It's a big decision, and a costly one. My wife didn't either, but she drove the 'bird the other day and couldn't stop shaking she was so thrilled. All she kept saying was Holy
[email protected] [email protected] IS F@CKING INSANE...OMG. She was actually crying it was so exciting for her to finally understand what I keep rambling on about when I am trying to justify the costs. Keep in mind her daily driver was a lifted Rubicon for quite awhile and was a barrel racer...so she's not a typical chick and is used to the rush of adrenaline.
Everything has a price, what does your happiness cost?