When I was driving this car I felt younger, cooler, faster, more in love, more fashionable — just better. Even though I love my life (usually), the TT made me feel like my existence was far more glam and exciting than it actually is. Besides going out on a date with my husband, I did other crazy things when I had this car. I drove to a grocery store that was totally out of my way, I went cruising up and down city streets with the music blaring and the wind blowing through my hair (well, through my ponytail; if I’d left it down it would have been in my face). I may even have been guilty of singing at the top of my lungs, not caring that there was a carload of teenagers blatantly making fun of me. Oh well, they were driving a crap car. Jealous much, kids?