When I was a boy, I remember passing by a Lamborghini on the road one day (or, rather, a Lamborghini passing us by). On the Palmetto near Hialeah, that gleaming red 1987 Countach's sharp angles and bassy engine roar stood out like a loud toucan in a the Q-tip aisle at K-Mart. It was a fast and glorious spaceship on wheels descended from on high to allow us dirty mortals a chance to soak in its glory. I told my dad how much I loved it.
Dad patted the steering wheel of his beige 1982 Buick Skyhawk and said, "I love this car even more."
I could not understand. Was he insane? There is nothing better about this car.
But he explained why I was wrong: "This car is mine. I worked hard to earn it and it is paid off. It carries me to and from work and carries my family around town. That shiny red car does absolutely nothing for me except give me something pretty to look at for a few seconds."
And he was right.
So I say Dan Enos.
Edit: just to be clear - the choice this time is far, far closer than then (and who knows how things may shake out after a few years).