My Scion xB

I like the one I have, thank you. Not that it is fast and sexy and oh, so stylish. No, that might be interesting, but cars like that...I can't get into. Or just as importantly, back out of. Sweet, sexy low-slung things that look like liquidmetal sculpture. Are like sitting on the floor. In traffic. In a thong.
I'll pass, thanks, on the ones that need lightning reflexes, too. There is no Autobahn in East Nashville, and if there were, I'd be the one driving on the service road. I distract too easily for speed.
Cars are a lot like men, I'll keep what I have. And enjoy looking at the rest.
I learned a long time ago not to drive and dream.