At the end of a drive, your legs hurt, your back is sore, and your head is light. Since you’ve gone through New York, you’ve gone through thick traffic. Traffic wears you out because the car wants to stall every time it comes to a stop, and the steering is heavy, and it’s never clear whether you’re in first or neutral.
And then the road opens up and the car gets to breathe and then, then it all seems worth it.
Wow! May I ask where you park this fine specimen?
I park it at an open garage up in Harlem, get to drive past the Apollo every night, deal with truckers and tons of taxis, it’s pretty great
Nice!