And when you drive one you know you've actually got a job to do, not just sit there starting at the 'pillar mounted white face gauges' and admiring the reflection of your Porsche GT3 rear wing in the passing shop windows while using your steering wheel mounted wireless remote to bring up the bottom end in the 18 speaker flourescent lit titamium woofer oxygen free speaker cable sound system to compensate for all the stuffed teddy bears sitting on your parcel shelf as the finance companies take $70 a week to pay for the 20 inch chrome wannabe alloys and you ponder what it would be like to have sex with a woman.....