During the pandemic quarantine, I took up the guitar, after trying to learn as a teen, 40 years before. I've played every day since, and have become proficient enough at fingerpicking to entertain myself.

Most evenings, I sit on my front porch and pick for an hour or two, running through my repertoire, practicing some new ones, arranging songs, and improvising, as I watch the birds and animals around the pond across from my house prepare for their evenings. I know who they all are, the crane couple (George & Martha, they're my friends), the squirrels, the hawk, the eagle who swoops by occasionally to snatch his dinner out of the pond, a heron, the black racer snake that lives in the bush next to my porch, etc.

Picking a guitar on the porch at sunset is one of life's greatest gifts. That's my Maserati.

As much as it is valid to poke fun at preppers, I'm sure a lot of them just want an excuse to build the treehouse they couldn't when they were kids, and I can respect that.

I got myself a 25 year old, air cooled, bmw r1150gs and I spend any free time I can find hurling myself down atv trails... That's my Maserati lol

A tree house would bring me more happiness than any luxury car.

Most accessible public land in the US allows you to camp in any one spot for a max of 14 days and forbids you from doing stuff like hammering a bunch of nails into a tree that will likely end up in a sawmill. Either this dude privately owns a nice big tract of undeveloped forest (Actually possible, 10 acres costs less than a Maserati in some places) or some BLM ranger is gonna be real pissed.

Fun fact: adverse possession allows squatters to claim ownership of a property if they occupy it for a certain period without the owner's objection. Time varies from place to place, anywhere from 7 to 20 years.

When I was a kid my dad always said no to building a tree house because hammering nails into the tree could kill it. I'm still wondering if he's right or if he was just too lazy to build a tree house.

Wish I could afford land with a view like that. But I can't afford a maserati either.

Those poorly driven nails are going to come back to haunt him. And by haunt, I mean tetanus in the foot.

Eh, I wish the guy had someone to watch the sunrise/sunset with. I’d sit with him.

I had the luck of being fortunate/privileged, on a “good track,” and being acquainted with a lot of fortunate people… once.

Sports cars suck if you only drive places you dread, alone.

A younger SO can be draining and awful if they aren’t your friend too. I’ve only witnessed that (not lived it), but I witnessed it a. Lot. Up close.

Having lost friends too, I’d rather have them back than my car, or a lopsided date, or a lonely treehouse. Hell, my life would be halfway together if I had actually leaned on friends.

Everybody needs a creative activity that challenges them and they do for no reason other than internal enjoyment.

None of these have any meaning anyway, might as well do whatever you want.

I am so fucking sick of media encouraging people to build permanent structures in forests. It's incredibly destructive to the ecosystem and almost guaranteed to be illegal. We have so little nature left, stop using it to replace therapy.

Anyone else wince as soon as they see a Dave Contra comic?

While this is great, and I vastly prefer it over a Maserati. Maserati's do not hold value, even a 5 or 6 year old one is well within an average budget, they are awesome cars (i think) for a project vehicle if thats your thing.

I appreciate him in panel 4 not wearing shoes indoors.

That's a nice Maserati.