Let’s do the math!
For my first twenty-five years as a licensed driver, I didn’t have my own car.
It started with an unusual noise, which you never want to hear at 65 miles per hour, and ended with a blown-out tire and my entire vacation sitting beside the road.
In order to arrive on time for work, I had to leave a 45 minute buffer, since trains would often single track, offload unexpectedly, or just sit for ages.
Dory already had 76,000 miles on the odometer when I bought her.
If you regularly park your car in San Francisco, it will get broken into. It’s simply a matter of time.
Now that Ragtime has closed and all of the snow has finally melted, it’s time for me to re-learn how to drive.
City buses have been part of my entire adult life and I’m very grateful for them.
My husband and I are contemplating ditching my 2007 Honda Fit and becoming a one-car household.