Even people who love cars hate driving. Their ideal utopia is a completely empty road except for themselves. One of the standard topics of normal, everyday conversation is to complain about traffic like you'd complain about the weather. All other drivers are seen as reckless lunatics. Only they should be allowed to drive, no one else.
Even people who love cars hate driving. Their ideal utopia is a completely empty road except for themselves.
It really is. I love to drive in that one, very specific situation. I get to do it exactly once annually when we go on vacation to the middle of nowhere.
(And I probably never again, now that my car got totalled by a rideshare guy going turbo fast and rear-ending us. Ah well.)
Even people who love cars hate driving. Their ideal utopia is a completely empty road except for themselves. One of the standard topics of normal, everyday conversation is to complain about traffic like you'd complain about the weather. All other drivers are seen as reckless lunatics. Only they should be allowed to drive, no one else.
It really is. I love to drive in that one, very specific situation. I get to do it exactly once annually when we go on vacation to the middle of nowhere.
(And I probably never again, now that my car got totalled by a rideshare guy going turbo fast and rear-ending us. Ah well.)