I was born in this country

But one thing I'll never understand is the unconditional LOVE for the motor vehicle.
Don't get me wrong. I have one. And I think it is a great tool for some things. Like my hammer. If I have a nail that I have to get in? The hammer is the tool for me! But if I have a screw?

We were biking across residential Phoenix today, in the cool early evening (on a Wednesday), and we came up behind this LONG line of cars idling. I was thinkin' "They can't all be waiting to turn right, can they? There isn't that much traffic." (It was about 6:30pm)
Then I thought "It must be a fast food restaurant, it is dinner time."
Then we got past the long line of idling motor vehicles, and the HEAT and exhaust coming off them, and what did we see?


A car wash.