Footnote: that's a 25-year-old car that I would gleefully daily or drive to California and the absence of it or something comparable in my life is one of the root causes of my lingering background depression. But c'est la vie.

One of the revelations I had was that it isn't me but moreso my situation putting me in that spot sometimes. I, too, think that'd be mended by a cheeky Boxster 😅