I hope I didn’t make a mistake

I took the Veloster N up and down the Boulevard tonight, for the first time ever driving it by myself. Without the fluidity of shifts, the experience is still wonky and effortful. I hope its not a matter of it: “just not being for me.”

I hope I do grow to love it.

I have to say, from right now, I don’t see what all the fuss is about.

Also, NEVER TAKE YOUR CAR TO HAMILTON’S AGAIN.