America’s romance with the automobile is being severely tested now that every trip causes financial worry, environmental guilt and self-consciousness about the size of your car."Mr. Forsythe had been deeply in love. He had custom-ordered the leather seats and the sound system for his S.U.V. and had waited three months for it in 2005, while living in San Antonio.
“This is the car that I always wanted to have,” said Mr. Forsythe, 31, a software engineer. “It was the car to have when you had reached a certain point in your life, when you were successful.”
But Mr. Forsythe, who now lives in San Francisco, said he could not justify $1,000 a month for gas, insurance and a car payment. The vehicle that had been a source of pleasure now feels like a ball and chain. So, this month, his heart heavy with memories of ski weekends in Tahoe and other good times, Mr. Forsythe sold his dream car. “The love affair is over,” he said. “I’m ready to let it go.”
Exacta-freakin-mundo!
~ via NYTimes.com
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