I wish I had that problem, which car I should drive. It would mean that I'm filthy rich,—some damn comfort finally, mostly—to have even any car at all really. A multi-millionaire I would have to be, kicking-up my feet finally on the couch to watch some TV. Have I seen "Game of Thrones?" Are you kidding me? Otherwise cars are a waste of money.
But damnit, these cars are everywhere. Even the little village in Portugal they were everywhere, these damn cars. There were cars all over those little, stone streets. People looked at me like I was crazy, walking. You're walking? Who walks? Not even villagers in their little huts and dirt roads and animals in the back yard, not even they walk. Everyone has a car. Everyone has money I suppose.
But I don't. So I don't have a car. But even if I had the money to throw away on a car,—a multi-millionaire—I still maybe wouldn't have a car. Unless it was actually a good car, a Rolls Royce or a Lamborghini or something—if those are indeed good cars. Look, I got this far walking. For what do I need an overpriced piece of plastic with a motor? That's exatly what all these other cars are too,—if they're not those good ones, Bentleys and Ferraris—from Cadillacs to Hondas, they're no different, overpriced, plastic junk, Chevrolet, Mercedes, Audi, Ford. And then the way they play with gas prices now. I get a car. I become used to having one—the convenience—than having to walk everywhere. Then they raise the gas to $9 a gallon, and I'm stuck paying that—whatever they charge really, I'm stuck paying—because I've built my life round the convenience of having a car, instead of building it round walking, at my own convenience.
And they play with gas prices so much anymore. When gas just got over $1 a gallon in the 90's, it took maybe another year or 2 for it to climb to $1.10 a gallon—for example—not precisely, but close enough. And then it took another year or 2 to reach $1.25 a gallon—not precisely, but for example. But damnit, now it can swing 40¢ either way in an afternoon, the price of gas. And on holidays anymore, you better expect at least a 40¢ increase in price. And you're stuck paying—and stuck working to pay—whatever they charge really. What else are you going to do, walk?