When I win the lottery -- a probability that, come to think of it, might increase a tad were I to actually buy a ticket -- I shall most likely buy an Aston Martin. Barking mad, and the fuel consumption would make me wince every time I drove it anywhere, but there's just something rather glorious about Astons.
I think it's rather likely to be this. How barking? A dealership that's accessed by thumbprint, that stores cars in a vault, and... nuts. Love it.
