As much as I despise air pollution, noise from the cars, wrecked landscapes from where they drive, I really do like cars.
Nothing speaks freedom like the open road. Nothing expresses your personality and who you are like your car. Nothing can bring you such beauty as the automobile or bring you just great experiences.
From the dirt road in the Adirondack Forest Preserve to an open rural highway in the Northern Tier, nothing can quite bring you their like an automobile.
My particular passion is pickup trucks. The bigger the better. The better the 4×4 system, the more room in the cab, the more room in the bed, the more lovely.
Yet, I am well aware of the problems of automobiles, and especially their uses of in urban areas. I walked along Washington Avenue Extension, as a pedestrian, and I was a aghast at their noise, pollution, and swarming motions they made.
Automobiles make urban areas ghastly places to be.
There are too many automobiles in the city. Off the beaten track, in Rural America, they truly are wonderful things.
