The idea that people in Monaco have lots of money shouldn’t have been all that surprising to me. It’s the city of…money. I think some of the buildings may have just been made out of money, which is very unsafe, but…money.
The idea that people in Monaco have lots of money shouldn’t have been all that surprising to me. It’s the city of money. I think some of the buildings may have just been made out of money, which is very unsafe, but hey: money.
Now I’m back in Melbourne, but it feels more like I’ve shifted into an another dimension where the humans look more or less the same, but the cars are all a lot more threadbare. I’m looking at my old Toyota Yaris, which I was missing a little during my Europe trip, and thinking that maybe life has short-changed me a little. Next time I go to get some auto electrical servicing, Bentleigh mechanics had better realise that I’m going to feel really self-conscious – like people are judging me for not having a V8 supercar. So they’d better not make any… remarks.
Sure, it’s stupid. But walking around Monaco for a little while, you start to feel the judging eyes on you, like they can tell just by sight that you don’t own even a single Porsche. I mean, how dare I walk around Monaco without the keys to a yacht (do they even have keys?) or a Ferrari jangling around in my bag?
That’s just cars, isn’t it? They all move in a linear direction, and they get you from home to work, A to B, but some are just shinier. Their engines work faster and their parts are stupidly expensive to fix. Heck, with the types of commute I’ve had recently, I shudder to think what it’d be like if I was constantly getting car repairs for some 50-litre monster vehicle. But that’s the thing about driving around a small city: you don’t really need to get anywhere fast. Most of the time, that Porsche is going to be trundling along small streets, and all that power is for show.
Imagine it, though. You take yourself over to your favourite Bentleigh auto service centre and having to shell out thousands because parts for the brake repair need to be flown in from Istanbul, or Luxembourg. And here’s me just rolling up, and hey presto – the part I need is right there in the back. Brake repair, auto electrical, transmission servicing – no sweat, you Australian car owner, you.
That said, I’m not saying I wouldn’t take a Porsche off your hands. I mean, if you were offering.