but actually, it's worse on my walk from work to the subway here in manhattan. because at home, if i come at the usual time, my 'boys' are on the corner and they walk me home and carry my stuff.
having a car means that you live somewhere other than a city with omnipresent mass transit.
having a car means that you are most likely not not a trendy, gentrifying coke whore.
having a car could mean that you are conscientious about how much and where you drive the gas guzzler, rather than drooling all over yourself while you sleep in a sardine box that shits all over the skeletons of the 150,000 chinamen that labored to haul your ethnic-fetishizing ass all over town in your epic quest to stock your refrigerator with the most exotic of fruits. fruitcake.
having a car means i don't have to heavily bribe someone to run you over.
I could take the bus, but it wouldn't exactly get me close to work. It'd drop me off about 35 miles away. Also, they only run from like 6am to 10 pm or something. So then I'm left with a cab, in which case I might as well take my car.
Living in the city sucks. No grass, it's loud, stinky, it's always bright at night. I could go on. I'm not much of a fan of city living and the biggest I lived in was Madison. I'm pretty sure I would dislike anything much larger.
neighbors crammed in around you.
crime, including some punk ass pussies who threw an egg at my persian Buster sitting in the window, grrrr.
but on the plus side:
nine billion chinese restaraunts (and one Vietnamese that kicks ass)
easy shopping
library around the corner
beer easily available wherever I turn.
*last item should not be construed as my advocacy of conspicuous consumption of beer although it is true*
and cheese. wheels of it. and bratwurst. and spaetzle. yummy. we have a restaraunt here called Schmidt's german village and its cool because they sell Paulaner beer from Munich, but then wtf, they have a sausage called "Bahama Mama!" I mean, its some tasty stuff but that's about as german as President Blah's left ass cheek.