“Whaddya mean, you don’t own a car?”
The tall man in the cowboy hat asked, looking at me like he wasn’t quite sure if I was crazy, or he admired my sheer chutzpah. I may have gotten a milder reaction if I had grabbed his sister’s hindquarters.
Asking why I don’t currently own a car is a question I get often. I’ve just got my trusty Triumph Sprint ST as my main means of transportation. After my last Nissan Sentra, blessed appliance-mobile that it was, I just didn’t buy another one. It’s not that I don’t love cars. I do. I love cars like Fluffy loves chocolate cake. You’d know this if you followed me on Twitter.
Despite the folks at Jalopnik thinking that the answer is always Miata, it isn’t. The answer is motorcycle. Here’s a few questions I know you Dear Reader are asking, and a few things I’ve learned in my daily travails.