Daddy, I want a pony.
A wise man once said; ‘The only way to make a small fortune in motorsport is to start with a large one’.

I used to work for a small rally team before I decided to run away to the hills to become a snowboard bum. The cars, worth anything from £250,000 to £500,000, were generally owned by gentleman drivers who were successful businessmen and used to fly in by helicopter for a day of sport. I would regularly write bills for £30,000 for which they would have had around fifty minutes of competitive driving. An expensive weekend you may think. So did I, until we landed a new customer who’s Daddy promptly purchased four new cars at £500,000 each. One to wash and one to wear and all that.

This boy was a great driver, a record breaker even, but he really raised the bar when it came to the size of the bills I had to write. The reason his old man had bought some £2,000,000 of cars was because the boy had a tendency to put them on their roof with metronomic regularity. He was crashing them faster than we could build them.

Such were his driving skillz, when he wasn’t in the trees or upside down, that he was surrounded by a whirlwind of PR and he was being touted as a future world champion at the tender age of seventeen. His debut in one of his shiny new cars was a high profile affair and he managed to get a lot of television coverage. Mainly because he managed to have one of the biggest accidents I have ever seen, right in front of the worlds media.

Luckily he was insured, the policy for three days insurance coverage was a snip at £15,000. Good job really because the claim I put in was for £145,000. Add in the other sundry costs for a day and a half of tooling around in a fast car and the boy managed to spunk around £200,000 of his Dad’s money in the space of thirty-six hours.
(Mr_Wendel, Thu 13 May 2010, 22:48, 4 replies)

ahhh
Makes me glad I'm skint...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 14 May 2010, 8:47, closed)

I'm in the vintage sports car club
and it was the clubs 75th anniversary event last year - a week of camping, drinking real ale and fettling old (1920's and 30's) cars. most of us drive granny's Austin 7 (think of brum) or something similar.
Nick Mason of pink floyd fame thought it was time his teenage sons inherited his interest in vintage cars and duly packed them off to this event. Not only did they turn up in the worlds biggest winnebago with their own mechanic for the week, he had bought them a Bugatti Brescia EACH to play with! So, a week of camping for about £250,000...they live in another world!
I still beat both of them at the autotest in my austin ulster and I am a girl, Ha!
(bryo, Fri 14 May 2010, 12:24, closed)

Money...
sorry don't know the rest of the lyrics but I'm sure if I did I'd be pointing out the hypocrisy or something.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 14 May 2010, 17:55, closed)

I'm crap at autotests, I always end up arsing around doing skids because I can never remember the route after the first couple of cones.

I guess we can be thankful for the rock stars and millionaires of the world that are buying nice cars and actually using them as they were intended to be used. Still doesn't stop us being jealous though!
(Mr_Wendel, Fri 14 May 2010, 21:16, closed)