My Triad sets off alarms everywhere I go. It's the rumble more than the wail, IMO.
I've a neighbor like that - every three months he has a new ride. A Maserati, a '62 Corvette, and some French car with a two-cylinder motor that supposedly is only one of two in existence, blah, blah, blah.
He goes to Italy every three months to drive with the Maserati racing team, blah, blah, blah...
And has three other cars; including a minivan filled with boxes and junk and a wretched rusty old pick-up that he never moves. The neighbors banded together and had his truck towed. Personally, I could care less what he drives. It's the goddamned bragging I hate.
And yes, Ferraris are awful sounding cars. And look about as well put together as Italian war heroes.
