Let’s set something straight: I don’t love cars. I’ve never loved cars. My ex and my brothers always irritated me beyond reason with their talk of Bugatis, horsepower, and million-dollar price tags. To me, a V8 is a nasty veggie juice and not an engine, and my used 2003 Toyota works perfectly fine even though it can’t hit 200 mph and has crank windows.
But today, I treated myself to cars… and not just any cars:
007 cars.
I was never a huge Bond fan growing up, but I’ve warmed up to the series in recent years. My father was always a huge Bond fanatic and we watch VHSs to this day.
When I was trying to decide what to get my dad as a souvenir, I searched Google for a Bond museum or shop. Lo and behold – the London Film Museum was showing “Bond in Motion,” an exhibit featuring the authentic 007 vehicles from the franchise’s past 50 years.
When I had asked one of my brothers what he wanted as a souvenir, he sarcastically asked for an Aston Martin.
This exhibit was essentially killing two birds with one stone – bring home a gift for my dad, and make my brother insanely jealous that I, a car “hater,” would have the audacity to stand next to a fleet of Aston Martins featured in some of his favorite films. (I don’t even know if 500 horsepower is a thing, but it makes my title sound cool!) (If he reads that, he will probably rip his hair out.)
And that, my friends, is vengeance.
P.S. I got him his Aston Martin, but I don’t think it’s quite the scale he was implying.