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I’m not an exhibitionist.

I’m just talking about the Volvo C70. What a sweet machine.

   

With the top up, it’s a sleek coupe. At the click of a button, the top retracts into the boot in one smooth, graceful motion. Topless, it becomes a four-seater convertible. A perfect compromise for any man wanting to deal with his mid-life crisis by buying a sporty little number and his missus who insists on a more practical car with backseats that can accommodate Junior and the pet Pomeranian.

Although, personally, I think that if you have a Pomeranian, you shouldn’t be bringing it into the Volvo with you. In fact, you shouldn’t even be bringing it out at all. It’s a persistent, yappy, annoying little monster. This is the conclusion I reached after taking care of my friend’s Pommie for a weekend. You know what a five-pound Pommie looks like when it’s soaking wet? A two-pound rat.

But well, there are a lot of people who think a Pommie is a cute, adorable furball. Which just goes to show that taste is relative.

And the same can be said of the Pagani Zonda which was showcased at this year’s KL International Motor Show (KLIMS).

I was psyched to finally be able to see it in the flesh (or should I say, carbon fiber) as this sexy beast was on my supercar wish list a few years ago, although many of my friends think it looks plain weird. Especially with the awkwardly positioned side mirrors that my friend compared to Shrek’s ears.

So okay, the Pagani Zonda does lack the more robust, muscular lines of the Enzo and the supersleek stylin’ of the SLR McLaren. But I still think it’s an awesome car.

Almost as awesome as Seabiscuit, my resilient steed. He’s a compact car that thinks he’s a tank. Or maybe I just drive him that way. He’s managed to survive numerous scrapes, fender benders and one particularly nasty encounter with a streetlight, after which he had to undergo massive reconstruction surgery for almost a month.

And even though I love Seabiscuit, someday I will trade him in for a better car. And then trade in that car for a better car…that cycle repeats until I can, hopefully, afford a car like the C70. If I ever drive a car like that, I’d put the top down even though it means I’d be practically choking in the smog of the city while being turned into a puddle of sweat by the blazing heat.

I may not be an exhibitionist but hey, I’m a shameless show-off.

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