As seen on Turk in front of Lone Mountain Campus:
Or at least that’s what stu’s used to call this place…
Ferrari Owners Group Rally?
Speaking of which:
“I was out on the 2013 FOG rally with a bunch of other cars,” recounts Kevin Enderby. “I came over this crest in the road and saw a line of cars stopped right on the other side. I got hard on the brakes but never found out if I could stop in time—the car behind me hit me and pushed me into the car in front. Then the car behind him hit him and pushed him into me, again, and that pushed me into the car in front, again.”
As seen on Market Street:
Properly registering and insuring a pricey weekend car is prohibitively expensive in California, on a per-mile basis, so that’s why so many people don’t do it. You gotta pay them “use taxes” to get started and then you face annual ad valorem taxes.
An “experience beyond ownership,” whatever that meant.
Now here’s another on 19th Avenue, just recently:
So what, your wife spends $1000-something bucks to have two bros deliver a Lambo to your office on a Friday afternoon and then you’ll be a big macher for the weekend?
I’ll tell you, this business makes no sense in Frisco.
This driver wasn’t looking down at his cell phone (or iPod Touch or small tablet or phablet – I couldn’t really tell) while driving 15-20 MPH slower than surrounding traffic, oh no. Brocephus here was holding his mobile up high above the steering wheel.
I’ve never seen this before. Anyway, it’s your classic distracted driving and the proof of that is how slowly he was going.
(And a license plate? Oh no, no thanks, not for me, not for my Ferrari. License plates are for the little people driving around in their Honda Civics…)
Attention Ferraristi: You all think that you’re “good drivers” but in fact, as a group, you’re not. You’re all now on secret double probation – straighten up and fly right.
Sadly, most supercars you see in San Francisco aren’t properly registered in California. The reason mostly has to do with CA use tax, which comes due the second you start “using” your new ride by driving it around.
So some people end up paying $10, or $20, or $30 per mile during the short time they own and drive a Ferrari, for example.
So other people simply dispense with paying CA use tax, because it’s so pricey.
Here’s an alternative – Blancfleet. They say they’re opening up next week in the Bay Area.
“Blancfleet is the world’s first supercar sharing platform where car enthusiasts crowdfund and timeshare the supercars they love. Timesharing allows car enthusiasts on Blancfleet to spread the cost of owning, operating, and insuring a supercar with other car enthusiasts. On Blancfleet, there are no annual membership fees, no refueling requirements, no car insurance requirements, no car maintenance fees, no car storage fees, and no security deposit requirements. Timesharing also allows members to enjoy supercars with unlimited miles”
Is this a good idea for you? IDK. But it will be refreshing to see valid CA license plates on these cars. And if you’re tempted to buy a car like one of these, consider that lots of times people just end up selling a few months later ala the Porsche GT2 that Paul Walker died in – that car traded hands many, many times before it was destroyed.
Maybe you don’t want to buy a car, maybe you just want to rent.
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And this is how things are today in 2013:
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You gotta figure the world-famous Market Street Cinema isn’t coming back anytime soon considering its URL has been sold off.
And I worry.
I worry about Mercedes, Porsche, Lexus, and Ferrari, among others.
How will they pay for business school now?
What we found out was, as long as you drop a lot of cash, ANYTHING goes in this place. ANYTHING. Once you’re in the “Members Only Lounge”, it’s a whole new world. Yup, Chris Rock obviously had never been to Market Street Cinema, because…yeah. Even the stripper was real with us, she was like, “You can call this a whorehouse, or a party house, or whatever, but guys come in here and spend thousands of dollars, so, we’re still here.” I doesn’t get more real than that.