If there was any justice in this world, there would be two cars parked in my driveway. One would be a 1977 Ferrari 308 GTS. The other would be a midnight blue BMW M3 convertible with all the amenities. I'd want the leather seats and power everything. When I'm in the BMW, I don't want to have to roll the windows down; I want to push a button and have a leprechaun come out and roll them down for me. I want to point the car in the general direction of where I want to go and have it drive me there. That's right, sometimes a guy just wants to be pampered.