The spotless black sedan with the equally well-kept leather interior instead of the screaming two-door with the fiberglass hood, rear wing, and cherry bomb exhaust.
A full tank of properly researched and adequately priced 93-octane gasoline instead of the overrated, and ultimately useless 100-octane rip-off.
The crisp, crystal-clear sounds of Pearl Jam resonating from inside the cabin instead of the loud, obnoxious, indecipherable booming of bass-heavy tracks while cruising through the mall parking lot.
Shifting at 2000 RPM instead of 6000, semi-synthetic oil changes every 5000 kilometers, tires properly balanced and set to 30 PSI, and not a single rattling sound coming from the under-chassis.
Why? Because the man behind the wheel has gotten older. Next year I'm getting a brand new SUV and keeping it stock. Black of course, with a gear stick.
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