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We're Walking, We're Walking

I don't drive.

When I was sixteen my Mother forced me to take the test for my license using her 1976 Red Lincoln Continental, aka "That Mother Fucking Boat Sized Blood Clot".

Of course I failed, miserably. I may have even hit a small child or two while navigating a blind turn.

After I got the not-so-shocking news that I would not be receiving my license, I (rather angrily) promised my Mother that I would never again take the exam and never again get behind the wheel of a car. Twenty-two years later, I still don't drive. *snap!*

I'm sure I've told this story before, and if so, feel free to laugh again. At or with me, your choice.

This site is going to come in handy when David and I finally get back to Chicago. In my opinion, driving in that city is simply unnecessary.

I don't need the extra financial burden or the responsibilities that come with owning a vehicle.


  1. Anonymous Tom | 7/28/07, 1:36 PM |  

    When I moved to the Chicago area 6 years ago, I thought I'd be downtown all the time because, like, "OMG, it's fucking Chicago!"

    Yea, not so much.

    If I actually lived in the city it would be a different story. But living in the suburbs, driving downtown is just a royal P.I.T.A. If I ever have a need to go downtown, which is rare, I take a Metra train.

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