I would drive the 3.2 miles to work with out some ML320 or 4.6 HSE driving idiot cutting me off while trying to talk on her cell phone, while applying eye liner and trying to open the lid on here travle mug of coffee as she reaches backwards to pick up the zip lock baggie of Cheerios that the kid just threw on the floor....this in my crack fantasy world would become my dream drive. I really miss my rusted Suburban.