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When we all think about performance cars our minds go directly to cars with mega power, insane style and interiors fit for a king. Naturally we dream about Ferrari’s, Lamborghini’s, Porsche’s, Aston Martin’s, Pagani’s McLarens and Koenigsegg’s. At least mine does. These cars bring out the 12 year old kid in all of us. They take us back to when our bedroom walls were filled with posters of era’s most exotic rides. We want nothing less than owning all of them. Greedy? Absolutely! We were kids, what’d you expect?
As we grew older, matured, discovered girls, and got closer to passing that all consuming driving test, we continued to dream. We envisioned ourselves in the latest and greatest Super Cars. We dreamed of driving at impossible speeds everywhere we went anytime we wanted. We’d be cool, sophisticated, think James Bond with a curfew. We thought everyone would love us, men would wish they were us and girls would want nothing more then to be with us. This was it, the secret to life, get as many Super Cars as possible and the rest would take care of itself. Things didn’t quite go to plan though. Somewhere it went awry. I don’t own my own island in some tropical paradise, Kelly Kapowski isn’t my wife, and most worryingly my garage isn’t overflowing with automotive exotics.
When you consider the real world we live in, that’s not all that terrible. While having the island would be awesome, Kelly (or Tiffany as she prefers in the world outside of Bayside) is getting older. Add to that owning a Super Car isn’t exactly what we all envisioned. The cars are monumentally expensive and only a select few will ever know what it’s like to own one. They cost the same as a medium sized house and the maintenance costs are out of this world. They’re woefully impractical and almost impossible to see out of. Then there’s the whole “driving at ludicrous speed, pushing the car to to the limit” idea. Truth is, unless you’re currently employed as a professional racing driver, you will reach your own limits of terror long before you come close to the car’s. Seriously driving a Super Car on the limit on public roads is nothing short of suicidal.
Lets imagine that we have the talent to drive at anywhere near the limit of these cars performance. We don’t know the roads, one pothole and best case you’re dream car is reduced to dented metal and shards of glass and carbon fiber. Some random piece of wildlife strays into your lane, probably going to end up embedding yourself into a tree. But don’t worry, at the speeds the modern Super Car is capable of you’ll probably wet yourself long before you crash.
I know what you’re thinking at this point, at least I’ll still look cool. Fact of the matter is, you won’t. You’ll look like you’re trying too hard. Truth be told, they’ll think you’re a tool who has a “look at me and how important I am” car. What’s that Shakespeare quote? Full of sound and fury and signifying nothing. Yeah that one. And those girls you dreamed would be draped all over you? Well they’ll actually start to wonder what exactly you’re overcompensating for. They’ll think you’re a little light in the gentleman’s region. No amount of horsepower will make up for THAT first impression. The only type of girl that would be interested in you would be the gold digging sort. And after a few years you’ll notice your lovely wife is off sleeping with the guy who maintains your lawn and suddenly half your stuff has gone missing.
So there it is, the harsh reality. Too impractical, can’t see out of, actively repulses any girl you’d actually want to date and too dangerous to have any fun in. Not to mention the vast majority of us will ever be able to afford one. Dream shattered. I think I just made 12 year old Chad cry. But worry not 12 year old me, salvation is at hand. There is a segment of cars currently picking up steam in the US that’s affordable, practical, easy to live with day to day, won’t bring your endowment into question, and great fun to drive. I am speaking of course of Hot Hatches. Yes they aren’t the cars that plastered our childhood walls and they don’t quite fit the Super Car glamour, gentleman of leisure dream either. But as far as getting the most amount of fun with the most amount of practicality for the least amount of money it is damn hard to beat a Hot Hatch. In the coming days/weeks I share with you the best Hot Hatches on sale today.
What’s your favorite Hot Hatch? Let us know in the comments section below.
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