EVERYONE down here has a giant, honking huge pickup that is so pristine that you know it's never seen mud or anything more than groceries in it's bed. These usually have duallies, an exhaust system louder than a fucking Harley, and/ or is jacked up well beyond what you would need for county roads out here. (Well, that or a work truck of some sort. Those are excused from this.) I hate the fuckers. If you want to prove you have the genitalia a woman would want, how 'bout having a personality a woman would want? Fucking redneck jackasses. I have no desire to hear you coming a mile away or not be able to see around you for oncoming traffic. I had a few of these asshats think they could run me and my Corolla off the road, literally. I held my ground and they ended up eating shoulder.
IF I ever had the money for a "play" car and attendant insurance rates, I'd get an Aston Martin. Fuck Ferrari, fuck Fiat (Fix It Again, Tony), fuck domestic.
That said, I believe the perfect car is quiet as death, room temperature cool engine (100% efficiency), safe enough to protect me and passengers against a semi, leather interior that compensates again heat and won't roast me in summer, has photovoltaic cells to fuel itself from the sun, quicker than NASCAR, and has a similar body style to a mid 2000s Aston Martin. Needless to say, I'll never get it.