It's a wonderful thing.
Watching the Speed TV live coverage of the Barrett-Jackson Classic Car auction for a bit tonight while Mrs. Spit is off having coffee and conversation with a friend. And wistfully thinking about how much fun it would be to go down there after winning a large lottery prize.
Then reality strikes, and I realize I live in an early 1900s house, with a tiny garage, in an area of the country that gets far too much winter every year - not to mention my bank account is rather small.
But it's still fun to dream about being the guy who shows up on tv for having the winning bid on a really cool classic car.