Do you know what it feels like to drive a brand new car after 15 years of driving in a beloved, but dilapidated jalopy? To drive a car with nary a scratch nor even the smallest hint of a ding to blemish its pearly white exterior? To drive in a car whose interior, still redolent of “new car smell,” is unsullied by a single crumb, wrapper, or clump of mud that’s fallen from cleats? To drive with the unaccustomed luxury of heat and doors that open at will? To drive in a car that’s so smooth and so quiet, that one sometimes questions if the motor is actually running?
It feels like this: