A few months ago I did a series on some of the cars I have owned, lots of cars. Most were utilitarian, a handful were spectacular. I love cars, I enjoy the design, the style, to comfort, the performance. In the right moment, I like pushing car near its limits going through a tight corner. But at the same time, I drive because I need to, not because I especially enjoy it. Truth be told at times I hate driving. Driving is better in a comfortable car, putting the top down on the little car on a pretty day, always lightens my mood. If I won the PowerBall, there are a few fantasy cars I would try - a Rolls, a Ferrari, but even then I probably wouldn't draw great pleasure from driving. I am weird that way.
The photo above? We live in an area with a lot of nice cars, a lot of people with a lot of disposable income and good credit. The kind of a place where a teenager learns to drive in a Porsche. A fun place to live, I am not from here, I started driving in a 1965 Ford pickup truck.
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