Describing Eugene is harder than just some simple throw-away stereotype. Maybe that’s why I spend my time walking around trying to describe it in pictures, as it’s often more effective than words. It was the Ford Tempo parked next to one of our big new student apartment buildings downtown that first caught my eye. It’s one of those cars that typifies the extreme side of CC-loving Eugene. But then as I got close to it, I saw the other extreme: a dark, brooding flat-gray Lamborghini Gallardo, parked just a few spots away. It represents the polar opposite face of Eugene. And this shot caught them both together. Opposites do attract…me.
The Gallardo was parked when I first saw it. I walked over to get a close up, when I saw it was occupied, by what I knew it would be occupied by: one of our many very wealthy Chinese students at the U of Oregon, who arrive with a blank check to buy whatever they fancy, although this car is obviously not brand new anymore. We covered this topic here.
The Gallardo was built through 2013, so this student is presumably “slumming it” by having had to buy a used one, maybe from another student who returned home with his coveted American degree.
He fired up the V10 with a nasty snarl, and then ever so slowly and timidly, backed out.
And then, engine blubbering and snarling (at barely above idle speed) ever so slowly, puttered off. There are a few exceptions, but the great majority of these Chinese students who buy these exotics have obviously never driven before, and they inevitably drive very slowly. Like as in holding up traffic, in their supercars. It can be a real pain to get behind one of them.
Here’s another one I caught a while back, doing barely 25 mph in a 30 mile zone. Oh, these poor supercars, that were designed for such a different life. What irony.
Now please don’t get me wrong: I don’t begrudge these kids their toys one bit. And they stimulate our local economy, although there’s no Lamborghini dealer yet. And I find the whole thing rather amusing.
What it really has done is solidly and pounded down any coffin nails that were at risk of slightly loosening in my feelings toward supercars. Thanks to these kids, I’d feel super-stupid in one. And they’ve rather ruined it for most of the kids in town who might be tempted to feel even slightly that way. If any kids these days even have any interests in such things anymore.
Which of course explains why so many kids that are into cars drive old…curbside classics, like that Tempo, and the Mustang next to it. Much cooler.
Of course, there might come a time when the rich Chinese kids catch on, and start buying up all the old Tempos. Then we’ll know the CC revolution has really come.