Cars I Hate And Love

Hands up if you love cars. I do. Now hands up if you hate cars. Yeah, me too. 

On one hand, cars:

• Look good (Well, some do). 
• Get you from here to right over there and back before you can say “Hang on. Where the heck are we going?" 
• Give people a sense of freedom (at least until the first bill comes in). 
• Provide endless entertainment (for people who think they don't have something better to do).
• Give you more choices (like, "Which way will get me out of this traffic jam?")
• Let you express yourself (You know, with fluffy dice and cutesy plush toy animals on the back shelf).

But, there is also plenty about cars that drives you crazy. Like:

“[Cars]...Let you express yourself (You know, with fluffy dice and cutesy plush toy animals on the back shelf).””

• Sacrificing all your time to the traffic jam shrine (How long does that add up to in your life?). 
• The shocking cost of parts, servicing, repairs, and crap (Think how all that cash could have been used for other things...).
• When your bloody thing won't start. 
• Experiencing road rage  (Either giving or receiving Not good).
• How cars are filthy, stinking machines that foul the air, generate oily stains and create a complete mess (Much like your uncle Herb).
• Cleaning and washing the thing (Now, isn't that what you always dreamt of doing on your weekends? I mean, cleaning the car, not Uncle Herb). 
• Paying for speeding and parking fines (Fantastic...).

Of course, cars can make a statement. Some say "Boy racer", "Stylish chic", or "Practical power." Mine says, “Can you believe this car is still going?”

If we had good public transport Iike: cheap, reliable buses, trams, trains, or even zeppelins, then cars wouldn't make much sense. But, seeing as too much public transport plods like a tired Clydesdale trawling a clapped out red wagon (which, you'd think someone should fix), cars remain the best way to clog the road, pollute the air, and keep us broke.