Cars smoke. Only it's invisible so they don't. But they do, and if you sat in a room with a running car it would damage you more quickly and more permanently than if you sat in a room with a smoker. But you don't, you don't sit in a room with your car. You sit in a room inside your car.
They occupy every square inch of the outside world, even as smoking is outlawed everywhere.
Cars smoke. The streets are rivers of poison gas that should make second-hand smoke trivial.
There's something very strange and more than a little spooky about the vicious campaign to end smoking taking place in a world dominated by cars and gasoline.
They occupy every square inch of the outside world, even as smoking is outlawed everywhere.
Cars smoke. The streets are rivers of poison gas that should make second-hand smoke trivial.
There's something very strange and more than a little spooky about the vicious campaign to end smoking taking place in a world dominated by cars and gasoline.
