In the Lamborghini I have to avoid certain roads because of pot holes and there's nowhere to put my drink no cup holder. And I'm not going to lie it looks pretentious. I used to think it was cool to like drive it to dinner. Now? Like I really need to be looked at any more.
When I speak of 'cycles ' I am referring to lengthy intervals of relative homogeneity if not in the resolving of problems than at least with respect to the consistency of their capacity to productively irritate.