- The Washington Times - Thursday, March 1, 2007

I know nothing about cars, except how to drive them. Someone mechanically savvy once helped me change my own oil. I’ve never done it again and believe that the thirty or forty bucks it takes to get it done for you is one of the most agreeable transactions of the modern marketplace.

Moreover, I despise the car-buying ordeal. I’m lucky enough to belong to a credit union that pre-negotiates car loans and leases — and so spares me the ordeal of haggling with salesmen.

I am not, in short, a Car Guy. A car’s value to me is strictly utilitarian. The less I have to think about my car, the better.

And so the new addiction: This. I kid you not, I find it absolutely riveting. I’m absolutely mystified. What could this mean?

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