"It doesn't want to check in via Foursquare at the Mexican-Korean fusion place. It doesn't care about Car Free Sundays, or music or the newest celebrity chef.
"Exploding away from a stop light, hanging out the window, with a cigarette between our lips, without fear of the cops, or fear of another day of indentured servitude of unpaid internships, or having to compose a response to the latest text message from our significant other."
I've driven with a cigarette between my lips, but I gave up smoking 25 years ago.
My first car was a Mustang II — four cylinders — that my bride called the Rustang. It was gone by our first anniversary, and I drove practical cars.
But after 9/11 — with the kids headed for college — I traded in the Geo Metro for a Mustang, which I later traded in for a Mustang, which I just traded in for a red Mustang convertible.
It doesn't do 200 mph, but it has a V8 engine and I have a wife who understands.
There is no reason on Earth for me to have a car with eight cylinders, just as there is no reason on Earth to produce cars that can hit 200 mph.
Wait a second.
There is an excellent reason to do so. It's called freedom.
The government has for the last 40 years tried to push Americans into tiny little cars. The government cites the greater good of reducing air pollution and cutting back on the use of imported oil.
But Americans are individuals, not drones in the Great Society hive. Mustangs outsold Chevy Volts seven to one last year.
My guess is that many millions of Americans voted like they drive — or in my case, how they want to drive.
Surber may be reached at donsur...@dailymail.com.