I love boots. I love driving. I love driving in boots. I drive in a pair of knee high boots and let you watch. After I park at a nice view point (no, you don't get to see the view, I stick you on the floor at the front of the passenger seat), I let you stare at the worn out soles of my boots, as I drink coffee and caress my car and boots, mostly ignoring you. After a while, I buckle up, pull out and drive away.