It's easy to miss the wind in your hair, loud music, and speed. Separately, they are easily had, but together they are as elusive as an accidental pack of entirely pink Starbursts. Yes, I am, in fact, referring to driving. When you move to NYC and accept car-lessness, these are the thoughts that wander the deep reaches of your mind. One thing's for certain though, I wasn't whipping an M3 back in Portland. Maybe someday.