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I am fully metric, AFAIK it is only Americans who are sticking with out-dated units of measure. Although you guys have the British pound. Do you still have guineas, or is that no longer PC? Gallons/100 m reminds me of a neighbor who bought a Buick Straight Eight back in the 1950's. It ran out of gasoline after two laps of a suburban block. Possibly it is a quirk of nationality, every car in Australia, new or used, has the fuel economy quoted in litres/100 km.

The sense of humor on display has me thinking the OP is creating clickbait for enjoyment. Whatever turns his/her crank. Alcohol is a well-known depressant. Full stop. https://www.addictioncenter.com/alcohol/is-alcohol-a-depressant/ Anti-depressants work; however- Common Side Effects Anxiety. Blurred vision. Constipation. Dizziness. Dry mouth. Fatigue. Feeling numb. Insomnia. Develop an exercise routine instead, build up gradually. Stick to it. Find a sport to enjoy playing. I was on anti-depressants for about 30 years, until I realized changing my mindset was needed to get off them. I have not taken them for about 8 years. If Thailand is unbearable, change. Personally, I prefer Thailand much more than Australia, mainly because it is no longer the Australia I grew up in.

Please explain why the km/litre ratio is better at describing consumption than litres/100 km. You are averaging 8.3 litres/100 km, OK for a large pickup or SUV on diesel. If it was gasoline, 12 - 15 litres/100 km. To me, km/litre is just a different formula for the same attribute.

Which car? Hybrid, ICE, large SUV? Which gasoline? 91, 95, 98 octane rating? Consumption can vary from 4 litres/100 km to 15 litres/100 km. At 10 litres/100 km, and 35 baht/litre, the cost/km is 3.5 baht.

"Take it to the Limit" The Eagles "Country Roads" John Denver I prefer listening to classical music when driving.

The poll is to determine the status of retired Australians living here. It is not intended to be judgmental of anyone, call it curiosity if you will, based on another long running thread.

It’s been a year like no other. The oil price went negative, airlines were grounded, some forever. A single meat market in Wuhan, specializing in exotic meats for conspicuous consumption by wealthy Chinese, generated a virus which spread like wildfire. Countries went into lockdown, some stringently, some half-heartedly. The results are there for everyone to see. Millions became employed overnight. Some countries responded with support, others opted for benign neglect. Vaccines were developed at unprecedented speed. A would-be tyrant was rejected at the polls. Most if not all of us will say goodbye and good riddance to 2020. I’m in Thailand by choice and some good luck. Two weeks later in February, and I would still be locked down in Australia, contemplating slashing my wrists. A much more enjoyable life for me here. Having said that, there are some things I miss about my home country. I miss the wind. In Thailand, it seems the wind can’t get much above a gentle zephyr. I would rug up with about four layers of clothing in winter, go down to Gunnamatta beach with an offshore wind of 50-60 km/hr, and watch 10 metre waves pound the coast. Nature at its most primeval. I miss the wineries that dot the Mornington Peninsula, where one could have a light lunch and a couple of glasses of the local product, which most of the time was very good. Apart from Thai wine quality, I don’t believe Thais know what a cellar door is, or what it’s for. I miss my 2004 Mitsubishi Magna AWD sedan, IMO one of the most underrated vehicles ever produced. Balanced like a cat on dirt roads and wet bitumen. About a third the new car price of a comparable Mercedes. My son has it now, still plugging along with 300,000 km on the odometer. I miss the golf competitions I used to play. Par, foursomes, match play, Canadian foursomes. Here, it’s just stroke and Stableford. Boring. I miss the camaraderie of the Wednesday Boys. 15 – 20 of us, some real characters and nicknames. The Poet, The Farmer, The Whippet, Pistol Pete, Triple Treat. Best net score got a two-dollar coin from every other player, with an appropriate obeisance. Some really acid sledging during play, one of the best at my expense. A day when I was spraying my tee shots all over the course, but making pars because I’m holing putts from everywhere on the greens. Our group gets to the seventeenth tee, par 3, and I’m fretting about club selection, is it a 6 or 7 iron? One of my mates says “ Why don’t you tee off with your putter? It’s the only club you’ve hit straight all day”. I miss a Gippsland eye fillet steak, medium, with a Warby Ranges Shiraz. Followed by a King Island blue brie on water crackers. I miss grilled flake and chips,with a pickled onion on the side. Flake is also known as shark to non-Australians, very sweet fish, and filling. All the best to everyone on TV over Christmas, and may 2021 be better. What do you miss?