Well, I don't exactly posess 98 Degrees!
But I guess you're talking about listening to their music, lusting after their bodies, esc... Well, it's a tough choice... but my car doesn't have the ability to calm me down when I'm upset, to sing me to sleep when I'm away from home, and to fill my idle hours with dreams. As much as I love my car, I'd have to put 98 degrees first.
"Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel."-Machiavelli