Thank you for the Sun
Thank you for warm beams
Thank you for the birds
As they sing from the trees
Thank you for the flowers
And the light and gentle breeze
Thank you for this food
That’s been blessed by the bees
Thank you for the Sun
Thank you for warm beams
Thank you for the birds
As they sing from the trees
Thank you for the flowers
And the light and gentle breeze
Thank you for this food
That’s been blessed by the bees
Automobiles have become synonymous with progress for people’s living. Unfortunately, if everyone were to own a gas guzzling vehicle our earth and atmosphere and environment would go to shit. Trouble is, that’s already happening.
I’m writing here because I want to buck that trend. It’s hard for me to relate to car ownership as a notion of “progress” because my idea of the American Dream (or rather, Ideal Life) is different from so many others.
Let me preface this with the little-known fact that I love driving. I love being behind the wheel. I love the freedom, the adventure, the tranquility of traffic patterns and the engineering that makes our roads and highway systems possible. Ever since I was a young lass all I wanted to do was drive. I would longingly dream of the day I could get my license. If I were lucky, I would sit on my parents’ lap as we pulled in or out of the garage and pretend like it was me captaining the ship. I drew mini roads and neighborhoods in chalk with my sister on our driveway at our childhood home, through which we would then navigate with our bicycles. I was ecstatic when I became big enough to drive the tractor and could cut the grass on our 3-acre piece of paradise.
To me, driving is a romanticized experience with windows down and tunes cranked, fresh air feels while cruising smoothly ahead, not a stoplight in sight.
I was also a product of my environment since where I grew up in the country we needed a car to get anywhere. There were no sidewalks, no public transportation, no bike lanes; just trees and cornfields that lined the unlined roads. The closest grocery store and most other conveniences were a 20-minute drive away. (Hence the hoarder nature in me since our cupboards were always well stocked in case of emergency.) In these scenarios, car ownership is practically a necessity. That changes though when one moves to the city.
In a city, one does not need a car. In fact, cars searching for parking spots in a downtown location account for almost half of all vehicles on the road and contribute unnecessary emissions and expenditures1,2,3. Personal vehicles, though still arguably somewhat convenient, become more of a hindrance. Even more so when you take into account the grand scheme of everyone’s personal wellbeing.
Without a car, you don’t have to worry about:
By utilizing other modes of transportation you:
I was happy and even relieved to give up my car to live in a city. Without a car, I felt more free and mobile than ever. Part of it is that I chose to live in a neighborhood in a city that was walkable, bikeable, and busable. Another part is that I no longer had an extension of me that was weighing me down–literally by 2 tons or so, but also figuratively by freeing up mental worry space. Car-free is carefree, at least to me.
A book that was gifted to me and I found extremely helpful is How to Live Well Without Owning a Car: Save Money, Breathe Easier, and Get More Mileage Out of Life by Chris Balish. It details a lot of practical advice on alternate modes of transportation such as biking, busing, or ridesharing, and even includes worksheets to help you calculate the thousands of dollars you save each year by not owning a car.
What do you love or don’t love about being car-free or not? Anything you would add to the list?
(Granted, the mobile lifestyle of car-only is intriguing to me. If I do follow that path, I would give up my stationary apartment expenses and convenience and pursue the open road. I feel like it’s one or the other, either car or apartment, at this point in my life. Ideally, the car I would get would be a hybrid, low emissions, or other environmentally friendly option. Plug-in electric charged by renewable sources doesn’t seem realistic if I don’t have a dedicated home base for the time being.)
I remember a caption to a photo in a local newspaper last year saying that a group of people (officers or other) were helping out “needy people” by volunteering to serve dishes at a soup kitchen. Kudos to them and all, but people who are less fortunate than you have exactly the same needs as you– the need for clean food, clean water, clean air, and clean shelter.
That caption irked me then and it still does today, though I’m on a different end now. I deal with needy people every day at work as a cashier at a glorified grocery store. People who “need” bags because they forgot their own. Don’t you know your own reusable bags (cloth, preferably) have greater structural integrity, speed up the checkout process, and minimize the need for virgin resource extrapolation and wasteful energy use? Entitlement and privilege, I can’t stand it sometimes.
Save a young sapling and bring your own fucking bags, please.