I just got home from a long week at work, spent some time with the family and had to go run an errand.
It's a beautiful cool evening so I took the roadster and ran my errand, then found myself cruising around, blasting through some curves, powering out of some smoking oversteer and generally loving life. With the wind in my hair and the sound of the V8 through those big side pipes it was glorious. Had a big grin on my face the whole time.
I really don't give a damn what the gas cost.
