I too, have a dream.

My dream, in comparison to the dream of Dr. Martin Luther King's dream, is downright silly. But I have had this dream for such a long time it gets it gravitas from its longevity.

I like cars. Especially cars that are rare in their appearance on the road. Here in Spain I drive a Jaguar XJ6 Sovereign. This is the classic look of Jaguar, and most times when I take the car out I never see another one. Recently I drove from Valencia to Alicante and back and I was the only Sovereign on the road. Naturally that gets a lot of looks.

My other car is an old Volvo 850 which is becoming nearly extinct on its own. Apart from the fact that I have better uses for the cost of a new car at the moment, the Volvo does my daily heavy lifting without complaint. It is such a well built car, totally reliable and as comfortable as an old slipper. When the time times I will hate to get rid of it; unless I replace it with either a Mercedes S class, or even better, a Maserati.

The thing is that I was idly walking about a secondhand lot recently when I came across a 23 year old all-white Mercedes S class, that had evidently been well taken care of because it looked in showroom condition. It was for sale at 3,000 euros! The fact that it was twenty-three years old is not necessarily a blow against it because that car will go on for another 23 years, but its care and maintenance will be costly. That is a rich man's car, and a man who is that rich wants a new S class. Consequently, it's probably still on the lot: and I'm still dreaming about it.

What I need to do is make a lot of money and then I can take my pick, or perhaps simply have all three cars, Jaguar, Mercedes and Maserati. However, to work hard to earn the money in the first place just to own three top level cars does seem silly in the extreme.

Still, I can dream, can't I?

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Eugene Carmichael