With a Little Help from My Friends: How My Endless Carless Summer Came to Be
I have a friend named Ray who needed a ride on Mother's Day. I obliged, and he told me his car was in need of major repair and he was looking for a temporary solution while he figured out whether to repair or replace his car. I thought about it for a few minutes and realized I could afford to be without my car for a week or two. I've always enjoyed commuting by bike, and this would give me the chance to get back into that rhythm. A week or two has turned into six, and for more than half of that time, I didn't know, didn't care, and didn't care to know what had become of my car. I was experiencing the liberating joy of being self-propelled, as I like to call it; why would I want to subject myself to that giant metal frown-box again? In the past week, I've learned from Ray that my car is fine, and he took the liberty of having a few repairs done to it, but in the meantime, I've decided to extend that carless week to a carless summer. My friend Emily is get...