Oh, I’ve thought it out. The wheels are just a big part of the little things that piss me off. The gas mileage being the first. (If it was fast, I wouldn’t care about gas mileage.)
Sometimes it’s like… shit I want a little rice burner because of the gas… other times it’s like I want a big luxury car, other times it’s like… My Jeep is kind of bad ass. All the time I think I want a fucking Shelby GT500, but that’s just not thinking logically at this point in time. haha
It’s a big cycle. Oh well.