Another teaser.

My car is quite rare, as mainstream production cars go. Less than 13,000 were ever produced, and less than 300 in my color. 2017 was the last production year, and the last one rolled off the line months ago.

With the specific options that I have, there are probably less than 100 cars in the world just like mine.

As noted, they will never be made again, and neither will cars of its type, so for not spending all that much compared to say, a Maserati, I have a car that very few other people have or can lay hands on. Makes it easy to spot in a parking lot.

Right now, there’s less than a dozen for sale in my color remaining in the whole country, and after those are sold, that’s it. No more, ever.

By the way, the color of my new car has a fairly stupid name, as carmakers’ colors often do. It’s “Regal Peacock Green Metallic.”

Nice color; dumb name.

And from that chromonym alone, you can figure out what kind of car I bought if you have the moxie.

If not, I will tell you later.

Every time I visit the many state parks around the country that still rely on infrastructure built back in the 1930s by the CCC and the WPA, it makes me a bit sad.

And when I drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway, one of the most beautiful stretches of road in the world, I marvel that something like this was ever built because nothing remotely like it would be even attempted today.

Amazing what our forebears with fewer resources and with worse technology were able to achieve that we now are utterly incapable of contemplating, much less constructing from nothing.

Our culture tells us we can’t do things that are in fact easily possible (such as single payer), and we just believe it, no questions asked.