Oscar Wilde wrote in Lady Windermere's Fan, "What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing."
Air-sucker Porsches (and most of the people who drive them) are rarely about conspicuous consumption. Outside of the Porsche Parade crowd, we have cultivated an "outlaw" image for as long as I can remember. We drink beer and eat pizza in parking lots. We show off our road-rash and bug collections. Ferraris generally need restorations because they have been left sitting; Porsches generally need restorations because they have been driven into the ground. We are t-shirt and jeans people (even Gumby1953).
Are we hypocrites? Paying $1.25M plus commission for a movie car that doesn't even have the original seat leather or steering wheel caressed by the King of Cool is in a completely different league than paying $20K for a 911 (or $85K for a hot rod or even $225K for an RS). That is funny money. Even Warren Buffett (a man who is far from being a socialist) wrote in Monday's New York Times, "My friends and I have been coddled long enough by a billionaire-friendly Congress. It’s time for our government to get serious about shared sacrifice."
I don't mind somebody making money on turning a car around; good for the seller and good for the buyer. However, engaging in arbitrage and having the profit taxed as a capital gain is more about money than enthusiasm. Driving around Quail Lodge and Carmel this week, I noticed that certain people no longer return a friendly Porsche headlight-flash. That's sad.
This is a great discussion and I truly appreciate the diversity of opinions expressed. Every post contains worthwhile food for thought about our hobby.
-- David