Growing up in New York City, there is never really any pressure to learn to drive. Unlike 99% of the world where driving is essential, New Yorkers are blessed and cursed with the Metropolitan Transportation Authority. For that and a few other reasons, I am not a big car guy and, to be real, don't know much about cars. A part of me hopes my first car drives itself. At 28, I still don't even have my driver's license, even though I did learn how to drive in college. When I was a teenager, drunk and naive to all that comes with car ownership, I used to take license plates off of parked cars. I realize how reckless that is now, but I sure did have fun being a menace on the Upper West Side.