
While it’s not an outright lie to say I have a car, it’s probably a bit disingenuous. As recently discussed, calling it a two-seater with some generous trunk space is definitely pushing it (but technically correct).
More accurately, I have an eleven-and-a-half foot tall, four-to-five ton, screaming metal death trap on wheels. From that description (and my past ramblings), it’s not particularly shocking that I try not to drive it, but there’s actually a whole host of reasons I stay away from behind the wheel.