Make a decision
In 1992, I began a trial separation from my car. I garaged my slogan-crusted Honda Civic for use in a pinch and made better friends with my bike. After spending the next year cycling, walking, taking transit, and sharing rides with friends, I realized I weighed less, felt better, had more money, and had used my car only eight times–hardly enough in justify paying registration and insurance. I sold the Civic and chalked up my first car divorce.
Since then, I’ve had other relationships with cars. I had a brief union with an electric car that ended in disappointment. I’ve had flings with rentals and trysts with taxis. I now have a cordial though distant friendship with a hybrid owned by my husband, but I’ve never again held title to an internal combustion car. My history has convinced me that nearly all of us can drive less, helping ourselves as we help the Earth. [Read More…]