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My first car was not a car. My family was ignorant about the concept of necessity. They think necessity means the "bare minimum". Necessity does not mean the "bare minimum". Necessity means what's essential. And let me tell you, a musty old salvage that develops pools of water when it leaks, the left turn signal doesn't shut off, and has a leaky gas tank is not an essential. A car that would stall making right turns is not essential. A car that would shake and smoke if it went above 55 on the highway is not an essential. It's probably even BELOW a "bare necessity". You may be easily fooled into thinking that just because the concept of cars not working based on the temperature outside is a commonplace image means we should put up with it, but the reality is we should not put up with it. Especially if the temperature range is a car not working when it's below 50 or above 60. In case you haven't noticed, which probably applies to people who we somehow have some imaginary obligation to answer to in our lives, places are very far away from each other. By a car that goes 50 miles an hour, it takes half an hour in a one-way trip for a daily commute. Try walking that distance. Or even biking. Most people can't even run ONE mile in less than ten minutes, mostly because we live in a society where we don't get chased by vicious, rabid sabertoothed tigers whenever we get the munchies at mealtime. It's beyond me how biking is even considered a feasible mode of transportation when, aside from the fact bikes just do not gain any decent modicum of velocity, you're inhaling huge clouds of exhaust and being chased down by monster trucks of various explosive material and even a tiny VW bug could easily mow down a human being. Well, obviously most people who bike probably are sane enough that they'd only go for a short distance as a realistic commute. But then, the crazies don't just live in California anymore.