It's just like that time I was back with Sally Greyskin in the summer of '98. A couple of Jabrones and me were working our way back from Yettifest when up comes Paul being like, "Damnit James, I told you that if you're gonna leave your hooch in my truck you better make sure the lid's on tight!"
The guy was so protective of his leather you'd think he'd a skinned the cow himself. But what do I know. Nicest interiors I ever had were on my old 96 Corola. That baby was polyster perfection. Ever hear of it? You could fall asleep on those seats they were so comfortable. Nights were when I would pull up on the sand flats, stick my head out the window and just snore into the stars, like I was trying to wrap them up tightly in my dream song.
Now though, what with Lexus and GM, it's like you can't buy a car without either satin seats or it's retarded step brother plush. If you ask me, It's all the time people are spending on their phones. Nobody lifts their attention long enough anymore to realize the state of their comfort. They could be sitting on solid stone for all anyone cares anymore.