Glory hail! Against life's sorrows I rale. Before me unfurl the vast wonderous world

  With steady saunter we make for that great green yonder

  I've found in steel a willing accomplice, a grumbling companion with who I might accomplish

  The discovery of my dreams, now free of cursed enthralling screens

  That unliving endless glow which once captivated oh so

  You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

  Is no longer my only friend, my time imprisoned now at an end

  This iron steed has warmed to me and now together we race freely towards to horizon chasing the next mystery

  Of what lies beyond the bends and hills? Beyond mountain forest or tundra plains? We're always chasing thrills.

  Together in quite sympathy, the open road, this iron steed and me.

  Alone, yet one in harmony. Profound peace and joy fall unto me.

  For I can go where and when I please; no drama, no betrayal, no trickeries.

  The world is wider now with this iron steed, no longer bound to familiar streets.

  A taste of the nomad awakens in me, yet I will always recall the roots of mine tree.

  For wherever I roam the spirit of home goes with me,

  So to wonderous Canada I proclaim, Glory to Thee!

  Thanks Irving [:p]). It'd be nice if I didn't need to have a car to function as a member of society. But as much as I dislike needing a car, I do quite enjoy having one now that my hand has finally been forced. It's just so convenient, which paired with an excess of personal decadence and generalized shirking of public responsibility will cause the west to collapse... oh wait it already is. funny how that works.