I want to meet a friend of mine to have some coffee with her. I decide to let you witness my little drive to the coffee bar. Sure, I could take the bus, the bicycle, or even walk the small distance with this nice weather. But no. Driving around is such a pleasure for me, knowing how at every red traffic light the cyclists behind me are exposed to the sweet exhaust gases of my cute Fiat. So no public transport for me, but lovely exhaust gases for everyone else. You are welcome!