The city is the carless island. You can get almost everything you need on foot. Subways wait to take you farther. Where would you put a car if you had one? Garaging it is like paying for another apartment. I would have to rent the car out, on the days I wasn’t using it, as an Airb(no)b. Backseat Bed, No Kitch No Bath, Free Radio.
But this is the land of the car. The expanse that amazed all the poor sad Euros fresh from hilltop village, slum, and shtetl demands mobility. Once it came from the horse. But Pony Express and wagon trains, Paul Revere and Apaches, long ago gave way to the car.
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