It is no secret in my circle of friends that I hate driving. I use my car purely for escaping the city and, during the summer, when the heat threatens to spoil any milk I might carry home from the grocery store.

I walk everywhere. In fact, I meet attractive females in cycling class who tell me they see me “always walking on [insert my street name]” as if I’m some side(walk) show freak. Last fall my car got towed during street cleaning because I forgot I had it parked there. Last winter it snowed twice in the course of ten days, and I fully expected my car to die because I didn’t drive it in between.