As more people experienced the freedom of driving home, car ownership would undoubtedly rise, transforming the landscape of China's roads and the very fabric of their annual migration..... The train station was a cacophony of noise and bodies. Li Wei, clutching a tired-looking stuffed panda for his niece, navigated the throngs of people with practiced ease. He’d been making this journey for years, the annual pilgrimage back to his parents’ village for the Spring Festival. This year, though, something felt different. He noticed a growing number of cars, a stark contrast to the previous years dominated by trains and buses. His friend, Zhang, had finally bought a car last year and raved about the convenience of driving home. No more crowded trains, no more overnight buses, just a comfortable drive through the countryside. “It’s about time,” Zhang had said, “This train ride is killing me.” Li Wei had scoffed then. Cars were expensive, a...