Nuts about our cars
When I was young, I didn't like riding in the car all the time with my parents. Oh, I loved going for a ride with my dad, go with them to the beach, head off on vacation to the beach in the United States or somewhere within the country. But when we went out for an evening, to dinner or any other official happening, I would be stuck between my father who smoked and my mother who put on one of her powerful perfumes and didn't want any windows open for fear it would ruin her hairdo.