I am not really a car guy. I remember the first time I actually wanted a car: it was in high school, and I saw a BMW Z3 in front of a pool hall one night. I asked my friends to hold up so I could check it out. ‘What’s the deal here?’, one friend asked. ‘ I want to have sex with this car’. I said.
Just now, for whatever reason, I pull up next to this Le Sabre, and I’m like, ‘I need this car’. I need a Freudian to help me translate this urge.
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