I gave my car up over 5 year ago when I moved to London, My mum’s had broken and been shipped to the scrap yard and mine was just sitting on the drive. I filled in the change owner form, sent it off and I have never looked back. Living in London without a car was a breeze but when I moved back to my home town, Derby, I found it a little more difficult. Especially in the tiny little village from which I come. I couldn’t just wander down to the bus stop or tube stop and get whisked away to my chosen destination. The buses stopped at 6:00pm into town (6:00pm!) and a taxi ride one way will set you back a harsh £15 (£15!). As soon as I got a job I moved into the city centre. This was partly driven by my need to be close to work and the city and partly by my lack of transport and living in town has made being without a car relatively easy. I can walk anywhere and get any bus or train I want, anywhere I need to. My friends/girlfriend have been quite understanding and have taken me places I have needed to go without question, and I thank them for that.
However, my long standing car resistance is starting to get worn down. For instance, a long-standing tradition in my family is to go round my parents for Sunday lunch and as a normal human being I am not going to turn down FREE FOOD. They still live in the village.and getting there on a Sunday is nearly impossible. There are no buses, trains, trams, planes or horse and carts so I rely on a lift from my dear Grandad. Which doesn’t so sound bad I hear you cry, but he’s getting on a bit and I lose about two to three hours of my life every time I step in his car. Also, my grandma has been in hospital for 3 weeks (don’t worry, she’s OK!) and I have found not being able to just hop-in-the-car and see her quite frustrating.
Grinding the resistance down further has been owning my home. When something breaks or you are in the middle of painting and you run out of paint, what can you do? My closest DIY shop is Wilkinsons and that is a 30 minute walk. I don’t want to do that with a heavy pot of paint or a bag of compost (Both of which I have done and have returned home with achy shaky arms). To be able to just jump in the car, drive to B&Q, get what I need and drive back would be truly wonderful and save my arms for more meaningful tasks, such as Arm Wrestling or hugging (d’aw).
I’m thinking this is all getting too much then the Fadosaur kicks in. I am looking at all manner of car websites, I’m checking out finance deals and working out whether I could afford them or not. Looking at loans and credit cards, insurance, car tax costs and fuel efficiency.
Then the ultimate question is asked “So, Fadosaur, will you actually get a car?” The answer is…obviously…no.