Here are a few more pics from yesterday's trip to Beverley Hills:

If you look closely, you can see my brother and I through the window's reflection. I am the one taking the picture, my brother is the guy in the nice suit. He wears really nice suits all the time. I can, but don't. Anyway, this is the same Lotus dealership we were going to go to, but it turned out to be closed, so we just took a few pics and left.

We went to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, where we saw this classic coupe. I snapped a picture of it before entering the museum, where we saw some awkward but cool paintings and sculptures.

Honestly, I did not mean to take a picture of the Bentley in front of me. My brother wanted to take a picture of the ocean and I was showing him how to use the camera, so I snapped a pic and it turned out there was a Bentley in front of me. The guy sucked at driving. He almost rear ended that Honda Accord next to him at least twice before he decided to switch lanes and get in front of us. Anyway, the road we're travelling on is Pacific Coast Highway.

The girl in the Ford Mustang kept begging us to race her. She would honk her horn at us, speed up, realize we weren't speeding up, slow down, honk her horn, speed up, etc. She finally gave up when we got into the carpool lane. I snapped a picture of her car for no reason but to tell you all that little story.

My brother took a picture of this scene because it looked really nice. The Porsche 911 you see on the left was one of at least eight that were driving in a straight line with one another. IDK where they were headed, but it seemed interesting. We just happened to take the picture at the last moment when the last one drove past. It didn't concern us, though.

I thought I'd end this little "scroll-down show" with a picture of my gorgeous S2K. This was before we left.
Honestly, my brother and I didn't take a lot of pictures. We didn't want to look like losers who just saw Ferraris for the first time and were snapping pictures away like crazy. I called my sister and told her where we were and she was the one who asked us to take a few pictures.
There were a lot of attractive cars there, but because so many people were driving Rolls-Royces, Aston Martins, and Lambos, my S2K stood out a lot. There were a lot of people turning their heads to get a glimpse of my car.
We drove continuously down a street called Wilshire Ave. There were nothing but Ferrari F430s, Porsche 911s, and Maserati Quattroportes there. It seemed awkward.
Anyway, that's pretty much all the pictures we took.