I love our car. I try to not love it, need it or depend on it…but I do! Russia has fabulous, very convenient public transportation…but it still requires lots of walking and lugging around all of your possessions with you. The bus driver is not sitting outside my door waiting to take me and my excess baggage wherever I want to go, adjust the temperature to meet my mood or would he be willing to listen to me sing at the top of my lungs completely off key to my choice of tunes. I will not even mention the sense of power I feel driving a stick, racing down the road smiling as I fly past other cars…since of course I would never do that!!!
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