I think I may have mentioned that this was in the offing, but I had taken the day off, we were about to head out of town (more on that later), and I figured “Why not? I’ll go see how much it’s worth.”
In short, it was worth enough to sign the papers that day.
The car’s seven years old already, and for the next two years while I’m in graduate school, it would be spending most of that time sitting around not being used. Since I work about a mile from home, it wasn’t getting much use as it was, period. Whenever the weather cooperates, I ride my bike.
Except now I’ll be riding my bike regardless of what the weather decides to do. (If it rains, I suppose, I’ll leave the bike at home, opt for the golf umbrella, and walk instead—at the rate the Midwest drought is going, rain seems pretty darn unlikely. At least once a week, the clouds make promises they have no intention of keeping.
Anyway, his is the first time in 20 years I haven’t had a car, and I’m kind of looking forward to it. And admittedly, Mike still has his car (his commute is considerably longer than mine) so we’ll just have to plan our errands and grocery shopping a little more now. I don’t see that as a bad thing.
And the extra exercise certainly won’t hurt, that’s for sure.