See, Ender is dying. Ender needs about $3000 worth of work done to him, which far exceeds his value. Among other things, he needs transmission bearings worked on, as well as the CV boot, whatever that is.
I don't think it helped his mood that the van in front of us was tailing the car in front of it and kept braking suddenly. I finally left several cars' worth of following space, and this seemed to calm Ender down a bit.
There is a line of bush leading part of the way down the street to my trailer park instead of sidewalk. It's a narrow road, and the bush part is dangerous for pedestrians. Even a dirt path instead of bushes would be an improvement.
To appease Ender's apparent thirst for destruction, I drove him through some of the bushes, after carefully checking for pedestrians. He appears to be appeased for now, and is adorned here and there by various shrubbery bits.
On a totally unrelated note, fall time change is annoying, because working 6pm to 6am can be 13 hours long. This is the end of a 49-hour work week. I wonder, when I recover, whether my car will continue to communicate with me.