Okay guys, if you haven't guessed it, my response is:
THE MILLENNIUM FALCON.
First, I can fly the thing on my own if need be. Second, I can reach .5 past lightspeed, so there's no corner of space beyond my reach. Third, if I want to hang out with people, I got more than enough space to comfortably accommodate several buddies, and their robots! Finally, the Falcon is like a car. A space car. Constantly working on it, tweaking it; parking it in a public garage to use their tools to make my shit faster, stronger, lighter, more durable.
Most importantly, the Falcon is mine. No Starfleet regulations, no crew of hundreds, no engineering deck, no keeping things up to minimum specs or standards... I deal with her the way I want to deal with. She's my baby, my prize. My second-wife. She runs how I want, purrs when I hit the gas just the right way...
Car guys, I think you know what I mean.