When I was in my early 20s I had a hard time managing my anger. While in gridlock on a hot summer day without working AC, I reached up to adjust my rear view mirror just to have it come off of the windscreen in my hand. In my anger, I punched my windscreen, spiderwebbing it pretty fierce. My room mate sitting next to me managed not to start laughing hysterically at this display of rage.

While that was a shitty car, it didn’t deserve my fist.