I really like cars. Not cool classic cars, but piece of shit, overbuilt compacts and beater toyotas and nissans. They represent the idea that sometimes a car is not a extension of one’s self or a personality statement, but rather– sometimes a car is just a car. A thing that gets me to work and was built to outlast my youth and settle with me. I’ll save the motorcycles for my mid-life crisis.
Now don’t you feel better?