For a lot of people, including me, the Goodwood Festival of Speed is about escapism. It’s about leaving the hideous, stressful, jammed and potholed roads and watching people burn rubber. It’s also about coveting thy neighbours goods. And when the goods are this good, it’s difficult not to.
The parade of cost-no-object exotica that we get to enjoy at Goodwood every year is not intended to provoke envy but to allow us mortals to enjoy them vicariously. It’s funny, if we saw somebody luridly fishtailing his Aston from a standstill we’d probably think “asshat”. But do it here and you get a loud, spontaneous cheer. And long may it stay that way.
There now follows a lengthy photostream of expensive cars being grievously abused for the benefit of onlookers. (more…)