Carjacked

 

Brenda and I watched Carjacked, on BookTV.

The author said Americans feel a car gives them

freedom.  Independence.  Plus individuality.  An identity.

You are your car.  Your car is you.  Jeep Wrangler:  The Eddie Bauer

Decal Package.  If I am my car I am a junker that might or might not start.

The birds aren’t free, they’re fighting over scraps of food.  I agreed with

Emerson, “Things are in the saddle, and ride mankind.”  I agreed with

Thoreau.  A thing is worth what you have to give up to have it.  If I can’t

walk, ride a bicycle, sail a boat, or paddle a canoe, I don’t want to go there.

It’s cheaper to take a limousine.  In New Orleans we sold our car and took

the bus, walked, or rode a bicycle.  I walked to the bank in Delray Beach.

I rode a bike to IBM.  I rode a bike in Fort Walton Beach.  I rode a bike

in Atlanta.  I rode a bike to work in Tallahassee.  Once, after riding a bike

for a year, I bought a car, and went back on automobile insurance, and had to

pay more, because I hadn’t driven for a year.  I was penalized for not driving.

Insurance is a penalty.  Depreciation is a penalty.  A depreciating asset

is not an investment.  It’s an expense.  A tax we all must pay.

Just for living in a car culture.  You aren’t a cowboy,

sports fans.  You aren’t an Indian.

You’re the bison.

 


 

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