When I was a kid, my older brother raced motorcycles and cars. This was back before computers in cars, when carburetors were in cars. He worked on his engines all week long; he learned and perfected his engine rebuilding, his welding, learned to paint, he was inspired by magazines, and had his cylinders bored out, ports ported (yes, 2 strokes), etc. etc. Then he'd race on weekends and see how he did; it was hardscrabble, but there was something holistic about it. It wasn't me, I didn't do it, but it cured me of ever wanting, or really, ever feeling entitled to.
Just having a bunch of money and plunking it down on a Lambo, without knowing how to work on it yourself? just seems stupid. You bought it, it's like using a computer without knowing how to configure it, and wanting everybody to look at you doing it.
You're a great baseball player. You know more about baseball in your muscle memory than I will ever come close to even intellectually. Why buy an uncomfortable mid engine sports car that you can barely see out of, can't get a blowjob in, will definitely get speeding tickets in, probably wreck, and possibly get killed in or worse, kill somebody else in?
buy a comfortable car, it will have plenty of power. That exoticar is not you, you're pretending, just like a hollywood or hedgefund douche. Yes, you can do it, just sayin, don't.
You want to race? ok, go all in. Sadly, you'll probably never catch up with real racers, like Michael Jordan never did much on the baseball field, but at least you can be authentic doing that and not just a celeb poseur, push pedal, go fast, in places where you're not safe for other people.