I hate driving. Around the time all my friends were getting licenses and going on about finally being free to go wherever they wanted I was perfectly happy to hang out at point A while point B went right off and fucked itself. Sure, I’d catch a ride from a friend if there was something going on or get picked up by a girlfriend if we had a date. But for the longest time what I saved on gas and car payments went into a affording a place within bicycle distance of necessities. I finally picked up a license after I had to call 911 for a friend who cut themselves pretty bad at my place. He would have survived a drive to the emergency room, but couldn’t drive himself. I helped pay the bill for the ambulance ride because that was pretty much my fault.