Remember when...

Somewhere around the age of 18, when we find ourselves locked within the bittersweet crossroads betwixt boy and man, we pull down the wrinkled, once idolized poster of the Lamborghini Countach, tear it up so that it fit neatly into our parent’s trash can, and walk away.

Strange, that only a few years prior, if asked, we would have sworn up and down (in our high-pitched prepubescent voices) that that car would someday be in our driveway. Or at least driven, once. With Farrah Fawcett, Carol Alt or Cindy Crawford sitting shotgun.

But then, we adulterate into a depressing reality. And the only items on our walls become random prints of strange art, photographs and antique mirrors that return a dazed middle aged-complexion.

What happened to the Countach? To the Testarossa? To lusting after the Rolexes and the private jets? What happened to that soul stirring, inherent hope and promise of a prosperous future?

Nothing. It doesn’t have to end. You’re not dead. Just because you don’t have the wall space in your life doesn’t mean it’s not yours to still have.

Here it is. The wall space. To reconnect. To reboot and re-ignite that childhood passion. Here is the latest and greatest, most super luxurious, awe-inspiring, dream-making gadgets and transpo humankind currently has to offer.

Put the poster back up. Cuz it ain’t over. Yet.