You can have my car when you pry my dead body out with the jaws of life.
I grew up in the wrong era - Hot Rod Lincoln, V-8 Ford, West Coast car culture, etc.
I still have dreams of a garage with retro 32 Ford or 1963 split window Vette.
heh heh heh - old age may someday dictate otherwise but I won't like it. Now the Wife has a cousin in NEW YORK CITY and loves the 'no car' visits every year or so.