I moved to one of the few places in Canada where you can happily function without a car, where in fact I leave my car parked because driving it around would be stupid. I keep it only because driving it on track is a hobby of mine and because I find myself needing to drive to my hometown quite often, to a place where sense has yet to reach, and so I can’t take the train.

Every time I need to drive somewhere, especially with any amount of traffic, it is a battle to keep myself thinking positive thoughts. All my journeys on foot or by metro have so much colour and life, even on grey, rainy days. By car it’s just sad highway for miles while being surrounded by angry, impatient people who wouldn’t allow another person to merge on threat of death.

I hate driving. It is a chore even when I get to drive my fun little sportscar and the fact you need to pay for the privilege makes it all the more absurd.