[Porsche-O-Phile]

Too many people, too many rules, too expensive, too much B.S. in general. It's a chore rather than a pastime now. I found I'd never take out my 911 back east since I was too paranoid that either the lousy roads would destroy it (it'd end up bottoming out on some pothole or rut and destroying something), or I'd have some knucklehead slam into me (either some doofus playing "Five Nights at Freddys" while driving or maybe on purpose, there were / are lots of over-testosteroned aggro types back there that I could see doing it out of pure jealousy), or who knows what else. It created more anxiety than joy.

Driving is a TASK at this point in my life now (I need to get someplace) rather than an ACTIVITY (I want to go someplace so I get an opportunity to drive).