BT returned home today! His haunted wipers were exorcised and the smoking steering column is no more. I found that you can become so accustomed to driving your own car that driving another is an almost hostile experience. Consider my experiences with E’s Taurus. It’s cab forward design creates a volcanic interior when left even briefly in the sun, it’s like driving on Mercury. The air conditioner mysteriously exhales a maple syrup scent. One turn signal has tachycardia and the all the controls have been fiendishly re-arranged to maximize confusion and inconvenience. It also tried to kill my big toe. Nevertheless, the stereo system is superb.