Baby you can’t drive my car

I promised you a ‘ranting about my car situation’ post, and I never fail to deliver. When I first planned on moving to New Orleans, I was pretty ambivalent about getting a car.  The public transport here (well, the street car at least) is fairly reasonable and if you live centrally you’re never far from a grocery store or most other things you might need (you’re a little more fucked if you’re after a chain store, or a mall of some kind – but hey, you’re living in New Orleans.  Fuck Walmart).  I figured I’d public transport it to wherever I needed to go, up to and including college/university.  I mean sure, I love driving.  Driving is one of my favorite things to do.  But I was kind of excited about the idea of...


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