Back in the day, I couldn’t afford a Porsche. Or a BMW. Or a Ferrari. Sad to say, I drove a Ford Pinto station wagon. With Pirelli P3 tires. And various handling and engine upgrades. Mods that turned a car famous for exploding in read-end collisions into . . . a reasonable-handling Ford Pinto station wagon. After that, I upgraded to a Mazda RX-4. All the while knowing that nothing I could do short of total reinvention would make either car what I wanted it to be: a Porsche, BMW or Ferrari. And then, even if I had, it would have cost so much time and money that I’d wonder why I hadn’t just bought the real thing. Eventually I did. Which is the same reason neither I, nor anyone in their right mind, would ever spend $4300 transforming a Hi-Point into a competition GLOCK, Springfield or Wilson Combat killer. And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.