The question why I am without car this week is both straightforward and confusing. It can be answered by a single word, choice. Yes, it was simultaneously both a conscious choice I made, and at the same time a resounding no, it was not my choice. Think of it as sort of an involuntary forfeiture of preferred transportation identity. Either way, choice has left me without car for the foreseeable future (I’m hoping “foreseeable” is defined as less than 3 weeks). Before I hear an outpouring of sympathy for the loss, it is just a temporary loss, and not a permanent one. And certainly nothing compared to what the people in Houston are grappling with in the wake of Harvey. No, this is no tragedy, no crisis, no call to action for people. This is simply a reason to now call upon public transportation. And I will reserve my tirade for the DC public transit system (yes METRO, I am talking about you) for a later date.
What this is is simply the sharing of feelings that one car lover’s experienced over the last several days without his car. Why should it matter to you? It shouldn’t really, unless you’re a car person too which is really the only reason I’d expect you’d be on this blog like this reading this post unless of course your my mother who thinks I’m the greatest son ever. And in that case I’d say, “thanks mom! It’s true, I’m the bestest son out there.”
This is a first world problem to be sure, and I wholeheartedly acknowledge it. For those of you who fall under the “one car” households how do you feel when it’s you baby on four wheels that suddenly is taken out of your garage, and you’re left with driving something like the example below?
I miss my car already, and it’s only been 72 hours.