Couple thoughts coming from a late 80s baby raised in the burbs:<p>* Cars are a symbol of freedom. You don&#x27;t have to ask mom or dad to drop you off at the movie theaters. You can actually do things after school with your friends rather than go straight home. You can blast music that expresses <i>your</i> counter cultural identity as loud as you want without anyone telling you to turn it down.<p>* Cars are an expression of identity. If you&#x27;re about status, you rock the Benz. If you&#x27;re about strength, you have the raised pickup truck. If you&#x27;re about speed, you have the Civic with VTEC turbo, NOS, and the loud exhaust.<p>* Cars are <i>fun</i>. There is no better feeling than having your favorite music turned high, your windows down, and rapidly accelerating through traffic. The roar that you hear and <i>feel</i> from your car tops off the experience. I haven&#x27;t been able to reproduce this rush on other vehicles like boats or bikes.