Either we have an inordinate number of Maseratis and Lamborghinis on the road or they all have the same schedule I do.
This morning, doing the school run, I found myself behind a black Maserati with the license plate “BIG HIT”.
I guess that's one explanation of how you pay for one…
(Lest I leave the wrong impression, I should perhaps explain that have no desire at all for a fancy sports car, or indeed any sports car; I can think of many things I'd rather do with obscene amounts of disposable income were the problem to arise. Now, if you were offering a pied-à-terre in Paris…)