I've not yet had a chance to read all the posts today, having spent a good five hours at The Players Club. Quite a treat, that gig.
But the subject is cars and that's a little disappointing to me. I dislike cars with a white-hot passion that is consuming my very vitals. I'm told there are towns where car ownership is essential. Prior to hearing DR Jose's tales of the non-city city, I would have thought Los Angeles was one such place. I learned.
Car owners are always telling horrible repair stories. Somehow, that doesn't make me like cars any better.
But the real problem is they frequently kill people. Or injure people. Amazingly frequently. Everybody I know thinks they're a good driver. They may be dead wrong.
I think it's interesting that we require a license for drivers and not gun-owners. You'd think passing some sort of competancy test would be more important for guns. The only purpose of a gun is to kill; that's what they're meant to do. Cars have the higher purpose of transportation, and the cost we pay in human lives... well, it's awfully high.
I've noticed a similar macho bravado about gun ownership and car ownership. Many men seem to think they're things of beauty. I disagree. I think they're ugly, and dangerous, and cars, in certain parts of the world, are a necessary evil. Nothing more, nothing less.
