The new ones go too fast, too easily. One bump of my big toe and I’m going 75. But my 2002 sedan? Sure, it’s breaking down all the time, but at least when I accelerate, I feel the power - and the responsibility of operating a two ton piece of machinery. Also, what the hell is up with the headlights on these new ones? Turn em down!
Some speed limits are respectable — I’ll go 35, I’ll go 70, sure. Ask me to drive at 55 /65though and the dirty criminal in me cries out and hits the accelerator
I love driving. If you’ve sat in my passenger seat you’ll think this answer is bullshit, but it’s true. I drive long distances quite a lot, and I love the meditative aspects of a long trip somewhere. In the summer I drive a 1991 Mercedes 500SL my Dad and I have poured almost double its Kelly Blue Book value into, and I have a nondescript daily driver for the rest of the year. I hope I can buy more cars soon, as I want to burn more and more money on shit I love for the rest of my life.
its the best way to consume media. DONT show me a trailer DONT let me read the flap on the inside of the novel DONT tell me there’s even an alien in it. Dont tell me what it’s about just be like “it’s good you should check it out”
