There was something about the rumble of a traditional 

gas

 

engine

. All the fluids inside that required changing. All the moving parts, any one of them apt for going haywire at any moment and put you on the curb. The complexity and precariousness of it all made the car feel more alive than the 

Tesla

, which with it's slick simplicity felt more like a machine and less like a live organism.

In short when Will drove the 

Hyundai

four cylinder he felt like he was in something alive rather than a machine engineered by a man. Although he was well aware that the former was engineered by humans all the same. Still. He felt more connected to those humans than the humans at Tesla.

Probably because they reminded him of the people he grew up with. The people he came to know out West didn't feel as real to him. Not to say he thought there was anything wrong with them. Just that he didn't find them and their stories so humanly. They were quite ambitious however. Admirable in other traits definitely. But the folks back home. They were the kind he imagined TV shows and movies to be about. Nobody would ever like to watch a show about people out West. Not an accurate depiction at least. Of course there were plenty of heroic paintings of some heroes of the West where they highlight certain interesting aspects of their otherwise boring life. But now here he was romanticizing again. Would the lives of the people from his hometown, who clocked in 9 hours a day at the cloud factory really lead to a more interesting story than one of someone who sat on their computer all day?

Maybe. But not by much. Here he was at the tavern now though. Sipping the tail end of his 

IPA

. Listening to Allison talk about how she had come to decide on moving back. And how she had gotten to buying The Carter House. And he was fascinated.