TO CARS: Someone pointed out a Mercedes Pickup Truck to me the other day. Wow. I really don't care, and honestly don't know one car from another aside from size and color. If Glock made cars I'd buy one; black, ugly, durable, reliable, efficient. The only model of cars I know are the ones I've seen and liked: 1968 Lincoln Mk II, 1970 Bonneville, 1974 Cadillac Eldorado, 1986 Buick Grand National (Cadillac of Muscle Cars). Beyond that I really don't care. And I really don't want to own any of these because that means I would have to deal with the maintenance. I detest working on cars and resent it when they break down and I have to have them repaired. I just don't care about cars. I spend an average of $15 a month on gasoline if that tells you how much I drive anywhere.
TO TRAVEL: I've travelled somewhat, but am indifferent to the experience. There are places I want to see, and probably will before I kick the bucket, but it is not a burning issue. I like being on the road and staying in cheap motels better than I like actually being anywhere. The experience of other "peoples" bores me at best and annoys the fuck out of me at worst. I don't like people in general, and I generally don't travel to meet people, even people I know. It just doesn't happen. I've never been anywhere I wasn't glad to leave in three days or less, and my pleasure at returning home always exceeds whatever pleasure I experienced travelling. Way back when I worked for someone besides myself I accrued a month's worth of vacation time because I never took time off. I took off four weeks and did not leave my house! Everything I want to do is at home! [The irony of this: consensus is that I'm a fun travelling companion!?!?]