My family's history in the car industry reads like some biblical genealogy. On my mom's side, my great uncle and great grandfather worked for Pontiac Motors, my grandfather for Fisher Body, countless other aunts and cousins at plants my mom can't remember.
My paternal great grandfather Floyd worked for decades at the very first Ford assembly plant in Highland Park, MI. My grandfather helped build engines at Detroit Diesel. Although my dad doesn't work for the industry, his trucking company gets much of its business shipping parts for various automakers. You get the idea...
|My great grandfather Floyd's Ford employee pass|
|Love and Cars: My Paternal Grandparents|
(There's certainly room for improvement in DC, especially when it comes to inter-city travel. One dreams of high-speed rail lines connecting major cities, a Metro system without terminal escalator outages, extensive separated bike paths, etc...)
|The Old Me|
|The New Me, With Stronger Legs|
So after my car started collecting cobwebs behind the house, I realized going car-free was possible. Don't get me wrong. I like my car. I like blasting music with the windows down driving the GW Parkway at night with the lights of the city sparking in the distance. I like that its namesake, Pontiac, hearkens back to my family's involvement in the car industry. And who knows, I might need one in the future. But now I'm using some lo-fi ways of getting around town that are better for my wallet, for my city, and for the environment.