Moved this joint

23 09 2008

Check me out over at www.goingcarless.com





Doing the Laundry

23 09 2008

I live in a one room apartment. I do not have a washer and dryer. I’ve been going to the laundromat for seven years (except for one apartment in my early twenties). I like the laundromat because they have four and six loaders. That means I can pile up my laundry real high and then about once every six weeks take it down to the laundromat. Then after three hours it’s all done in one fell swoop.

Well, here is the first of many unforeseen challenges to not having a car: doing the laundry.

Here is my strategy. I have a huge suitcase on wheels. I stuffed it full and strapped the detergent to the extra bag loop on the front. Then I made the half mile walk to the laundromat. It worked like a charm. So far I haven’t had a car for a week and have barely noticed, but winter is coming.





The Story

22 09 2008

A week ago my car started acting funny. The long and short of it is, my transmission is shot.

My car is a 2000 Hyundai Elantra. It has 189,000 miles. What a great car.

I looked into all of my options. Should I get it fixed? That was going to be $1700. Should I get it rebuilt? Not much cheaper. I might as well get a new one. Should I just get a new car? A new-new one? Or a new one to me?

I worked very hard into paying down my credit card. I got it from $3200 to $700 in the last ten months. The thought of dropping $1500 or more to get me right back where I started pissed me off.

I had been riding my bicycle to work and around town all summer. I had seriously been contemplating the idea of riding through the winter. That’s when it hit me. This is motivation! Why do I need a car?

So there it is. The idea. I’m going to attempt to break my oil habit.

This is not an easy statement. I grew up believing the american dream. The one that says it is an unalienable right to life, liberty, and nice stuff. That’s not the only thing making this difficult. I live in a small city. Public transportation is limited. Oh and my girlfriend lives thirty minutes away and my parents even further.

Despite all this I can’t help but think that breaking my oil addiction is worth it.

A coworker gave me the idea of blogging about it. It might seem vain, but I think this is a very timely subject what with words like “peak oil,” “bailout,” “recession,” and “palin” floating around. Read with me as I make this journey. Maybe you too will decide to break your addiction.








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