An associate in public relations recently sent me a note, asking if I’d like to test drive a McLaren. The Scaia family has a rich history with racing, by which I mean we’d buy tickets to the Indianapolis 500 every year, attend approximately one year out of three and then scalp the tickets the other years.

My mom, brother and I did meet in California a few years back to drive Indy cars around Auto Club Speedway in Fontana, California. That picture shows my family planning a strategy and me looking menacingly off into the distance. Look how menacing that is.

I showed up at the McLaren dealership. This year, they’re planning to sell 90 cars in DFW and another 65 in Houston. The high-end sports car market is booming in Texas, which as become one of McLaren’s 15 biggest markets in the country.

McLaren insisted I take a $255,000 car for a test drive. I feel like I wasn’t my most jovial in that video, as if my mind was concentrated elsewhere. We took the McLaren down the Tollway and then back up toward Love Field and back to the dealership.

There was quite a bit of paperwork to sign before they’d let me hunker down in their car. But none of that paperwork asked if I had been fired from a previous job because of damage to a car. I wasn’t fired the first time, mind you, but getting water damage to a car in a hurricane you’re assigned to drive into, that, right there, is wanton destruction. But McLaren didn’t ask about any of that [a car dealership asks].

McLaren’s president of North American operations told me, I swear I’m not making this up, that not every trip for him is a glamorous stop at a speedway, either.

But my best lines were outside the Facebook Live, like when I asked when one of the guys at McLaren if he wanted to test drive my 2004 F-150. I also said I felt like my truck felt out of place in the McLaren parking lot.

Also, after we stopped the Facebook Live, the public relations associate encouraged me to really hit the gas on some open road, you know, to get a feel for the car’s pick-up. That was a good time and also terrifying, being encouraged to race a Southwest jet that was taking off at Love Field next door.

I was sold, but it’s possible I was just short of the car’s $255,000 sticker price. I tried to talk them down on the undercoating, but it was still too much.

You’ll hear in that video that model has a twin turbo V8.

“What if I only got the single turbo V8?” I asked to no avail.

Fun fact: A McLaren built out of Legos will be at a supercar showcase later this month at the Four Seasons in Las Colinas. The McLaren built out of Legos actually weighs more than a real-life McLaren.