Those sniffy investor guidebooks say this is why you want to get rich: to pay college expenses, polish off your mortgage, and enjoy a ripple-free retirement shuffling through Sarasota sand traps wearing plaid pants. Eeeewww.
Allow me to suggest a far better motivation for getting loaded: so you can buy your own Ferrari (preferably several) and then spend a few days at one of the world’s great racetracks banging an F430’s tach needle off the rev limiter, making quantum leaps in your driving skills, and swapping cocktails and lies with a swell group of similarly moneyed tifosi-plaid pants highly discouraged.
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