This is a pretty cool article about all the pluses of going carless. Maybe that will be sooner on the horizon than we think.
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CBC News
MARTIN O'MALLEY:
Ditch your car and find true happiness
Haven’t had an automobile since July 1999 when I was living in midtown Toronto in a high-rise apartment, commuting to work by subway and telling everyone that I didn’t really need a car.
My bluff was called that summer when my son borrowed my blue Hyundai and burned out the clutch. I figured I’d go four, five months without a car, then succumb again to the lure of another shiny metal gas-guzzler. But seven years later I remain happily car-less.
The immediate benefit of going without a car was a $100 reduction in my apartment rent because I no longer needed my spot in the underground garage. Then the savings mounted: street meters and parking-lot fees, gasoline, maintenance, repairs, insurance, car washes, registration, the odd traffic ticket.
By not owning a car I have become a more fashionable modern man. Two recent books are contributing to this trend. One is entitled How To Live Well Without Owning A Car, by journalist Chris Balish, the other, Divorce Your Car! by writer Katie Alvord.
“The car industry has done a fabulous job of convincing Americans that their status and self-worth are tied to their cars,” Balish says in an article this week in Maclean’s magazine. Balish then mentions Garry McGivney, who last year won the New York Lottery jackpot worth $56 million US. He didn’t own a car when he won the jackpot and he hasn’t bothered to buy one with his new fortune.
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It’s not that I never drive or drive in cars. Besides the subway, I take taxis and occasionally I’ll rent a car for a few days or a week. I also have friends with cars, one of whom lends me her car when she’s out of town in exchange for feeding her two cats.
I’ve owned seven cars in my lifetime: a 1950 Meteor, which I bought with my sister when I was 16, then a 1960 Ford, a Renault, a Plymouth Duster, a Jeep, a 1976 Cadillac (which I got on an even-up trade-in for the Jeep to drive my son to Dalhousie University in Halifax as what I then considered a final father-son bonding experience) and the little blue Hyundai.
The only time I regarded a car as a status symbol was in my teens, driving that metallic-green Meteor.
I have become a better person by not owning a car. Jostling with other humans on the subway and on city sidewalks brings me new experiences every day that I would not enjoy locked inside a hermetically sealed automobile. I’m convinced what many car-owners most enjoy about driving their cars is the delightful privacy in lives otherwise fettered to jobs and families. In the lush privacy of their automobiles, even on hour-long commutes, they can listen to their favourite music, follow sports, smoke and chat on their cellphones.
I recommend not owning a car to any aspiring writer. I get at least a dozen column ideas a year from the sights, sounds, smells, insults, laughs and epiphanic discoveries of jostling along with other pedestrians. And I walk more, which makes my doctor happy.
I save between $600 and $700 a month not owning a car, which comes to $7,200 to $8,400 a year. This means over seven years I have saved between $50,000 and $58,000.