JHM2K - your post reminded me of a couple of summers I worked with my dad when I was a kid, 13 or 14 years old. He smoked cigars and we'd ride from home to downtown DC, about a 45 minute ride, in our Valiant with ac, which sucked. He'd usually go through a pack Phillies every other day, most of which was smoked in the car as we were going and coming to/from work. That was enough to make me never want to smoke, ever. To this day I hate all smoke.