On the road
Some sobering statistics on how much time Americans spend driving their car.
One thing: There is a big difference between driving to work each day (or rather, crawling slowly forward in the general direction of work on overcrowded roads) and going on a road trip. You’re looking at someone who’s driven all over: criss-crossed Alberta, Ontario, Quebec, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia many times. Driven up and down the Eastern Seaboard from Bangor to Miami more times than I can count. Also explored the Blue Ridge Mountains, Alabama and Tennessee. Plus Arizona and California pretty extensively. I’ve driven everywhere in the UK; all of England twice, all of Ireland twice, a good chunk of Northern Ireland, Scotland and a bit of Wales. I love road trips. But I will not agree to commute to work by car every day, unless I’m going against traffic. Because sitting in a metal box that’s not moving is terrible for my soul. I hate not moving.
The car is a wonderful exploration tool. I’ve discovered so many more places, people and interesting things than I ever would have if I’d traveled by train or plane instead. (I do that, too. Trains in Europe, planes in North America. I hate not moving.) I’m not against cars, in their proper place - like an open road in the Arizona desert. It’s a lovely thing to have there. On a clogged road every morning on my way to work, it’s awful.