Jealous or Mayfieldly Mystified?

This morning; a crisp November morning on the way home from work (a long drawn-out night shift), I saw a gloriously fabulous Mercedes! It was the colour of money. Alright, let me be a little bit more descriptive; it was the kind of blue that I have no name for - so I've not been quite as descriptive as I would like to be! OK, let me try again. It was the colour of a precious stone. The photo on the right doesn't do it justice, the car was "pretty like money" as my gran God-rest-her-soul would say!

As I got closer to the car, I notice the driver has the top down. He's wearing dark glasses, a thick woolly scarf, a padded coat or jacket and sheep-skinned gloves to suit the weather.

I'm sitting in my car with the heating on full blast and I'm tempted to put on my gloves because I'm still cold. So I'm thinking this man must be much colder than me, all out in the open with his hat-less balding head exposed! Or maybe he's got heated seats and he's as cosy as hibernating wild-life. Who knows?

The question is, was he showing off? He might be showing off but he's got a flash car and the intention of a flash car is to show off! Was I just jealous and would I have done the same if I had a bashy Mercedes? Was I hoping that he was as cold as a witch in winter? I don't know. Maybe being seen in a fabulous car takes the edge off the nip in the air!

I guess if the desired effect was to be noticed, well yes he was. I noticed him to the point of writing about him right now, but I still thought why! Why in November, in the cold do you still feel the need to drive around in the cold with your top down like it's a heat-wave.

Maybe the answer is "because I can".