In an ideal world I wouldn't need to own a car. I'm not in love with my car (it's more like I'm in... well, tolerate), and I'm not a huge fan of driving. I do it because I have to. Given that, I don't suppose it's terribly surprising that given the choice between a sensible thing like a Prius and an absolute waste of space, resources, and money like a pimped-out Escalade, I'd just shrug my shoulders and ask for the keys to the hybrid.
I'd rather somebody invented a personal teleporter, though. Beam me up? Anybody?
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