I absolutely loved driving.
I wanted to be a race car driver for some time. I used to take longer routes in purpose. I dreamed with a 4x4.
It's been 5 months since I gave up driving.
When you have a car, all car-ish things seem pretty normal and mundane: expending a fortune in fuel; wasting time trying to find a parking space; stopping in the double yellow like "just for a minute"; yelling at people unable to learn how to drive in a roundabout; being trapped in traffic jams; wasting your Sundays at the garage or getting upset because "someone" touched the upholstery with chocolate hands.
