My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
I owe my inspiration for this post to Pamela, over at Harts Beat, when she commented on my last post about her feelings on city life versus suburban life. And although she adores visiting a city for many reasons, Pamela prefers to live in the wide open space of the suburbs. I understand and honor her feelings because we're all drawn to reside in different environments according to our soul.
Pamela’s comment got me thinking about one of the main reasons why I enjoy living in a city; thus this vent.
So thank you, dear lady!
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I know this post is going to sound odd for many of you because you probably have a car, right?
Well, one of things I cherish about living in this city is that I don’t need to have one.
How can I say this other than just coming out with it?
I DESPISE HAVING A CAR.
In fact, I despise it so much that I would almost rather have a proctology examination from a doctor with a hangnail, than experience the PAINFUL and UNENDING responsibility of having a vehicle.
Most people feel that a car gives them more freedom. I, on the other hand, think of a car as crazed monkey on my back that has an unquenchable hunger for BANANA’S.
Do you have any idea how much money I no longer fork out by not having a car?
Things like: car payments, car insurance, car inspections, gas, and repairs. Because as you know….ironically nothing is EVER covered under the warranty except for something stupid, such as, windshield wiper blades.
Yet, I do know a few people who live in this city and still choose to own a car, always worrying about where to park it and whether it will be vandalized.
No, I would much rather rent a car or use something like, Philly Car Share, if I need a set of wheels to travel a long distance for the day. Other than that, I walk everywhere, but will sometimes use public transportation.
It’s not that I’m not a responsible person mind you; I’m just not responsible when it comes to having an automobile.
I simply do not contain the mental capability to take care of a car. I’m one of those people who actually forgets to put gas in the tank, let alone noticing when to take it in for an oil change, tire rotation, or tune up.
I remember a time while living in Florida, when my car suddenly started smoking out of the tail pipe. And when I say smoking….I mean SMOKING. My car looked like a scene from the movie, The Wizard of Oz, where the Wicked Witch of the West flies across the sky on her broom, writing, SURRENDER DOROTHY. It was so embarrassing to sit there at a red light watching all the other people coughing in their cars around me; quickly rolling up their windows in fear of being asphyxiated from BROOM smoke.
Luckily, I was able to get to a gas station before my car blew up. However, when the mechanic looked under the hood and examined the damages, he said, “Let me ask you a question, when is the last time you checked the oil in this car?” I responded, “Um…like a year ago?” “Well, you don’t have a drop of lubricant in this engine, did you know that?” I inquisitively said, “Whoa…really?!”
Anyhow, needless to say the car was unsalvageable because the lack of oil destroyed the whole engine.
So, do you know what I had to do?
Buy another broom.
See, that’s what I mean….I don’t have any iota as to how to take care of a car. Nor, do I have any interest.
I much prefer to use a car for a few years until it blows up and then buy a new one. Which ends up being MORE of an expense.
No.
I am soooooooooo not a car person.
It’s like a monkey on my back….
Have a SUPER weekend everyone!
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