After complaining about the quiet, I actually started to enjoy the car free time, so peaceful. Without the parked cars the streets appear wider, and it makes me want to run down and plant a tree or something. Claim some of the space back. I must be turning into some kind of hippie, I am not sure what is going on here. But when you think about it how democratic is this car thing? We all inhale these toxic fumes, we build our lives around the needs of a few to get around as fast as they can encased in cocoons of unattractive metal. What is that really about?
And it is not that I don't love beautiful cars with a great personality, you know that. It makes perfect sense to me that people want to own and drive them. They are things of beauty to be shared with everybody, even when parked. And although they too are gassy and toxic, at least they come with a compensation. When we enter my new world order, they can stay.
All good cars should have names. Meet Dolly:
And this one I named Dirty, sexy car: