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Whenever I remember, I'll go to the annual Father's day car show on Rodeo Drive, B.Hills. I observe the cars, the details, how the seats are, imagine myself sitting in it, owning one, driving one, seeing how it would look in my garage, maintaining one, showing it off e.g.

Then I bring it all back to reality, how it would really suck on the road, those super thin wooden steering wheel, the awful sitting position, the temperamental engine, the rattles and noise galore, the running-on-high-heels handling, the oh-that's-normal oil leak e.g. After which I round it up by imagining how I can fabricate another piece to replace the broken part, how I'll stare at it in the garage fearful of driving it out, the horrendous insurance bill for this garage queen and the need to save up for the next repair bill.