I’ve mentioned before in this space that I’m not a car guy. I drive one, sure, but I view a vehicle simply as a means to get from one place to another. I think my disdain for cars comes from when I was 16. I got my license and my brother-in-law gave me his old, no-frills Subaru hatchback. My first car. Except I couldn’t afford the insurance, $1,600 for 6 months—more than I pay now for two cars annually! While working hard to cobble together the money for the insurance, one day I came home from sorting photos at...