Now I remember why I like winter. I enjoy summer, yes, just as much as spring and fall. But it now, suddenly, occurs to me why I enjoy winter – no loud muscle cars, screeching tyres, Harley-Davidson bikes with noisy lag pipes, and Japanese motorbikes wound up to 9000 RPM. It goes on and on forever. I should hear birds, people talking, kids on bikes. I only hear 4×4 trucks revving. <sigh> Living in Ilsan, Korea, a 2.5-million-person satellite city of Seoul, was more peaceful than this. By the time the world runs out of dinosaur fossil fuel and runs on something quieter, I’ll be a deaf old man.