You have a quaintly old-fashioned distaste for getting into a car. That's ok - let someone else drive the goods to you, then. Nobody says that you have to get in a car.
Just as its none of your business if others do.
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Ummmm, no.
Dig my car. It's V6, it's turbo-charged, it kicks ass. Genuflect in awe of the cloud of fiery charged particles passing you that was, for only a moment, me.
Uh huh, dig my car.
But I shouldn't have to use my car - which I dig (did I mention that?) to get any and everything. This is the core of the matter. Not judging people who live in the burbs and who drive a lot but wondering whether the design of these places - which forces you to use your car for the most basic of things like, getting bread and milk, is really all that clever.
Quaintly old fashioned? Um, yesss, that's me all right.
...more from James...
Today, its happening.
Land, retired from farm use is readily available. Transport is cheap. People commute greater distances. There is no need for them all to occupy the same overcrowded space.They can spread out.
Why not, if that's what they want? Isn't socialism about giving people what they want?
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Ho! Surely, this is comedy.
Personal transport is cheap?
Sorry but my bank account doesn't agree.
As I said before, I spend a lot of time in the burbspace and don't feel uncomfortable there so I'm not into that whole "you're coming down on the burbites from yer holy lefty urban perch" thing you've been leitmotif-ing. To get to and around in the burbs - which I don't hate (did I mention that already?)- I have to drive. Because of the distances I travel I need a reliable vehicle. Because I like technology (but quaintly, in an old fashioned way, at least according to one source) I purchased something a bit above average but not out of my manageable income scope.
But even so that pretty metal girl costs me a bundle in:
* payments
* insurance
* scheduled maintainence
* unscheduled maintainence (like that time the turbo charger just said no - oh, and that time the ABS interface had to be replaced)
* lost time - cause I'm commuting James; I'm on the road for hours and hours and hours. And though I dig my car, this is not my idea of heaven.
No it's not.
And here's the thing: my friends who live in the burbs are not too happy about all this driving and sprawl either. They dream of living far away from other people. So they move to some recently developed farm land and luxuriate in the pastoral scene.
Thing is, others soon join them. Traffic patterns go from flowing to locked, land usage goes from light to dense. The happiness meter, which soared earlier, returns to the zero point.
But they're used to it, they think it's what they need to do so they do it. To put it another way, they feel they have no choice.
There's a difference between acceptance and a joyful embrace.
What you're advocating/accepting isn't socialism but some variant of the sort of boosterism I hear everyday from corporate types.
.d.