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  • I've never learned to drive. But i probably would for the right car -- a Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz Convertible, for example. Oh, I would give anything for a vintage Eldorado, up to and including one of my eyeteeth.

    When I was in high school, my mom may have received driver's ed notices, but she never passed them along to me. My dad was too busy to teach me himself, and his wife-at-the-time was too self-absorbed. In the years that have passed, I've held my non-driver status as a source of pride and ingenuity -- I don't have to rely on cars. No loan payments, no insurance, no gas, no maintenance. But then, also no late nights on gravel roads, blasting Soul Asylum and watching the headlights careen through the trees. No sneaking friends into drive-in movies in the trunk. No impromptu trips to Costco for cases of bakes beans.

    The thing is, I really don't need a car, not in the city. I live 3 blocks away from 3 different grocery stores, there is a town center and shopping district 5 minutes away by foot. I can bus to pretty much anywhere, the most remotest of outposts is still within an hours travel, and that's really just more time for me to read. There is a train that will take me anywhere up and down the coast... As long as i have a backpack and a book, I'm all set.

    There is a poignancy, though, like the time i reminded my dad "I don't drive because you didn't bother to teach me" and those moments when I really want to take a 3-day roadtrip into The Badlands and lost myself in a wash of ghost towns and tumbleweeds.
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