When I used to work at the Beverly Hills Hotel—back when I was 21—I saw one in person and I remember thinking, damn… that car is pretty. In the parking lot downstairs where the long-stay guests would leave their cars, you’d see Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, all kinds of luxury and sports cars.
But the McLaren was the first car I ever saw that looked like it was moving like a fucking bullet even when it was parked.
It was dark silver—dark as hell—and the light would hit it and it would turn into different shades of black. It didn’t look like a car. It looked like a weapon made out of design.
A decade later, when I was working valet again in Beverly Hills at a clinic, I used to go to a local CVS for my classic Cheetos and my LA Times. I’d walk back to my post, read, eat, do my little routine. And every time I crossed the street, I’d pass this luxury dealership.
Behind the glass, I’d see the McLaren again.
And I remember thinking to myself: I’ll never have that car. You don’t see cars like that in the hood. In the hood you see Toyotas, Hondas, Kias, Nissan Altimas… but you don’t see a McLaren. It always felt like something way out there—something not meant for the common folk.
Question: What’s something you saw once that still feels “out there” for you—but you secretly want anyway?
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