The list of people I follow on Facebook dwindles ever so close to zero. It's pathetic, really. But, like everyone else, I suppose, I am drawn to it. You might call it a guilty pleasure, but I don't feel guilty and it's a fair distance from pleasurable. Given the minuscule number of folks I now follow, one might think I have no more need to gripe. One would be wrong, and I forgive one. I cannot seem to prevent myself from clicking on those moronic “Lists” of the 37 worst haircuts, or the 17 most hideous tattoos. You know that crap as well as I do. But I'm weak. I just clicked on one that promised the 25 worst cars ever made. As if………. OK, some of them were bad designs. OK. But I owned and drove a bunch of the cars in the list and liked them. I drive one of them even to this day, and I like it. Fact is, I mostly like stuff. Cars included. Some of the ones that I didn't ever own, drive (or still own and drive) were cars that I...