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.
Its 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 sickly maple syrup odor. One turn signal has tachycardia and 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.