You are.
I learnt to drive at 26, having refused to do so for the above reasons. That's what I kept telling myself at least, I now drive a convertible sports car like a twat and as a result come home every night with a massive grin that I never had when I had to use the bus or cycle. Then, I arrived late, sweaty and with aching arms from carrying shopping. I love my car. It's small and does reasonable MPG, I drive for fun, even if I lived 60 seconds walk from work, I'd walk, but I would still own a car.
(menashem, Mon 5 May 2008, 12:09, Reply)