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I remember going to high school and being the guy without a car. It was tough to watch all the cool kids hanging out in the parking lot booming rap music and idling their motors in order to broadcast the message: Yes, I have a car, I am part of the highest caste, the clique of cliques, the nearly unattainable world of which you will never be a part.
Whew, how things change! Fast forward to college. Here, if you didnt have a car, it was a pain as well, but the issue was not about coolness. It was more about practicality, and avoiding the pain of having 15 over laden plastic shopping bags cutting in to your hand as you staggered home from the grocery store. And as you tripped in the crosswalk and your ramen went flying, you thought, well, at least Im saving on gas, and yet you knew this thought was merely something to help you sleep at night
.So sad
But eventually I saved up enough cash and got a set of wheels not a babe-magnet mind you but a respectable vehicle nonetheless, and best of all, it actually moved!
