This is a great picture by Bluewave, on several different levels. It's taken in Stornoway, the largest town in the Outer Hebrides (and the only place where you can sometimes have to wait to cross the road). Truly the cosmopolitan capital of our islands.
Some things to note:
- The youth of the town admiring the car. She's looking excited ("It's big and red and looks really powerful"), he's looking nervous because she's excited and because his souped-up 1983 Ford Escort which he drives around and around Stornoway every friday night just cannot compete. Maybe he'll lose her to "Ferrari man", he worries.
- The personalised number plate.
- The symbol on the car (above the right exhaust) - does the owner roars up to church in it every Sunday?
Good luck to the owner for "making it". The car goes against ingrained assumptions about these islands. (Remembering one particular tourist from last year who asked, in all seriousness, if "Passing places were built for horse and carts to take a rest in").
Cue such people visiting the islands, assuming it's a backwards, "so last century" backwater, with everyone doffing their tweed caps, growing potatos and herding sheep, then being overtaken by a red blur of a Ferrari while waiting in one of those passing places. "Who's that?" asks the shaken tourist. "Och, he's local, works in IT" replies the passing crofter, while using wireless broadband on his laptop to calibrate the GPS coordinates of his flock.
Perhaps - like Monaco - all those boats in the harbour in Stornoway are not fishing-related, and some of the more palatial yachts belong to the increasing "Lewis millionaire society"? (How long till there is a gated community in Plasterfield?) Will have to have a closer look next time I visit the big city. Perhaps Stornoway, if it attracts - or generates - wealth such as this, should consider a bid to go onto the F1 Grand Prix calendar?
In the meantime, where's my Ferrari?