I enjoy driving.

The transfer of weight as the vehicle accelerates through a corner.

The moment the light turns green and the vehicle surges forward (before the person beside me, because there is a level of internal gloating that I enjoy, especially if it is in the VW van).

The feeling of shifting through the gears.  Getting the transitions just perfect…

I am not always the most patient creature on earth. It is usually most obvious when I am driving.  Shuttling persons to and fro is not my optimal driving experience but I can get into happy places: accelerating onto the highway; getting up to the speed limit as quickly as possible; happy little s-bends… What usually causes the biggest ‘in vehicle’ rant is when I am looking forward to a bit of road (usually a big corner) and someone (usually in something much smaller than my pickup truck and definitely more nimble) applies their brakes in the middle of a corner.  “Argh”, I yell usually with a few expletives thrown in if I am driving solo, “learn to drive your: Audi, BMW, Merc, Lexis, Honda…”

Vehicular status symbols are lost on those that do not embrace the joy of the journey.