I met a Republican congressman in a bar in DC once and we had a great conversation. Disagreed on fucking everything but in a fair and understandable way - an 'I get why you think that' sort of way - bought each other a pint and parted ways amicably.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.