Friday, March 04, 2005
The other night, the subject of me not owning a car came up and the question was posed: why don't I own a car? Sure, there's the Huckabee-esque desire to limit my use of fossil fuels. Sure, there's the fact that I find 98% of automobiles to be aesthetically repulsive. And yes, there's my frugal nature that makes me ride my bike in the rain rather than pay $100 a month to insure a car I'll use once or twice. But the real reason is the freedom. I can't handle that kind of freedom. I've always wanted to taste real southern cooking -- BBQ, collard greens -- the kinds of foods I only hear about but can never find in this corner of the continent.
If I had my own car, there'd be nothing holding me back from just dropping a pencil on a map and disappearing into the lead point.
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