If I had to do my twenties all over again I would have become a certified auto mechanic, and rehabbed a Monte Carlo SS from head to toe. I keep a clean apartment, I know how to cook, I can carry a conversation, I am a great listener--and I drive a Volvo Wagon when it's absolutely necessary. Were it not for the last I could indulge some woman's need to be with a successful, fun, exciting, wealthy, whatever-you-fill-in-the-blank guy.

But at this point I could give a crap.

Move to a big city where nobody owns a car due to prohibitive expense.