It was my first car. Since then, I've owned a dozen of the beasts. I've sadly ditched the Metro Geo, which got 60 MPG, but which also blew a head gasket twice a year. Counting the RX, which is setting snuggly in a garage waiting for history to realize its greatness, I own four cars right now. Only recently have I realized that I am an acolyte for evil.
Cars are a bad idea.
So bad it's hard to see why everyone isn't jumping up and down and screaming about it. You can't blame the guys that thought them up. They were a wonderful solution to the problems of transportation at the time. Even as late as my own childhood, a car was a ticket to really being able to get out of town and into the wilderness. Cars were the instruments of, if not good, or at least of the not so bad.