Windows Down, Seat Warmer On High, Singing Your Heart Out

I moved somewhere where car culture is not a thing and while I am very grateful to no longer be trapped in my car in standstill traffic every time I leave my house (and that my roads are mostly dirt and surrounded by nature) I do deeply miss the very specific experience of driving with the windows down, crisp air kissing my face, seat warmers blasting, singing at the top of my lungs. To me, that is therapy-tier catharsis. It is the alone time I dream of. I recommend it fervently to all those who...