Where is my mind?
This morning I kept telling myself to remember two things: my sandwich fixins and a check I needed to deposit.
And then I ran out of the house with NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS.
As of tomorrow I am retiring the car. I no longer have the money to insure, fuel, or repair the damn thing. If you get a "you must repair this" ticket from the cops, do you know if you can just chuck the car into a junkyard and say "There, it's fixed"? Anyone know? Anyway, I'm leaving it at home until I figure out the best way to get rid of it. I'd sell it, but who'd want it?
I'm buying a bike. I wonder how long it'd take to bike to work?
And then I ran out of the house with NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS.
As of tomorrow I am retiring the car. I no longer have the money to insure, fuel, or repair the damn thing. If you get a "you must repair this" ticket from the cops, do you know if you can just chuck the car into a junkyard and say "There, it's fixed"? Anyone know? Anyway, I'm leaving it at home until I figure out the best way to get rid of it. I'd sell it, but who'd want it?
I'm buying a bike. I wonder how long it'd take to bike to work?
posted by Jeff at 2:56 PM
10 Comments:
There is always the allure of the ever efficient L.A. METRO...
chicks dig public transport
Rest assured, I have been down that path. The 94 line and I are going to best friends until I get the bike. Probably even after that.
Fates maybe conspiring to leave your apartment carless. And then where will you be? Nowhere fun, that's for sure. You have to drive to fun.
-Paul
And little Jeff will never experience fun ever again…
My fun will be tremendous. And will involve grenades. Aimed at all your horrible cars.
High five for no-car-having!
Wooo!
-Mike
Enjoy four bucks a gallon, suckers! 'Cause it's coming!
Meanwhile, Mike and I will be hitting the streets! And break dancing! That'll be quite a sight.
You know what else will be quite a sight?
You two passed out on the sidewalk from heat exhaustion! Try break dancing in 90 degree weather! Try break dancing with one hand cause yours was blown off with a grenade!
How fun for you one-handed-passed-out-break-dancer!
You know how much it cost me to fill up my gas tank after rehearsal tonight? Forty-five dollars! (Seriously. THREE dollars a gallon! It makes me short of breath just to think about it.) And I drive a fuel-efficient sedan! It's the fucking Road Warrior these days. You're right to break free.
Make sure we factor the fact that you're done with your automobile into our glamorous Friday night plans.
I only really NEEDED my car when I was doing the play in Santa Monica. Now that that's done (and I'm not in Lucid Sound) I think it's time to put the ol' girl down. Plus, once we move to Hollywood (seriously, it's going to happen), that'll put me right among most of the places I'm interested in driving to nowadays.
I'm so excited about biking, I can't even tell you.
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