When I hop in my Volvo for a drive, it makes me feel:

A.) Safe and secure; as if I'm in my mother's womb.

B.) Like a rock, that's more solid than any Chevy ever made.

C.) Like a square geek on my way to the grocery store to buy organic

milk, gardenburgers, and St. John's Wort.

D.) Like a poor beggar who can't afford a newer car so I'm stuck with this

old brick that I can't afford to take to a Volvo shop to get repaired,

so I have to learn the Haynes manual and work on it myself but get

easily frustrated because I'm not sure if I'm doing it right, and

darnit, my hands are always greasy and I always smell like my tailpipe!

E.) All the above.

Or, how about sharing your own feelings instead?