To My Sister's Fanboy: Why I Don't Drive

[alicorn24]

So my sister has this fanboy (IIRC, my parents came up with this terminology for him) and this fanboy is aware of my existence and is also aware that I am not licensed to drive.  For some reason this incenses him to the point that he has asked my sister to relay to me a request that I write a short essay about why I don't drive.  Since I am only a

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[_ogmios]

MY roommate is similar. Unless he's providing the means of his locomotion, he gets nauseous, so he's a 25 year old in winterized neoprene spandex riding a bike with studded tires down Barter's Hill in January.

[swankivy]

Yup, I never learned to drive either, though I still have a valid learner's permit from when I was fifteen. [My fifteen-year-old mug shot!]

Same as you, I never liked cars, and wasn't particularly driven (no pun intended!) to acquire the freedom a vehicle would give me when I was a teen. Then I lived in a college town for ten years. I still haven't found it necessary to get a car even though I moved back to a large city in 2006. My bike is fine.

I love not having a car payment, insurance, maintenance, or gas to deal with, and I don't really go anywhere or need to go anywhere that can't be handled with carpooling or buses. My mom pushed me into taking a driver's test before I went to college, because she had some delusion that it was "necessary," but I failed it, July 10, 1996. I never drove again.

[anonymous]

I was similar - I had my learner's permit for 11 years - until the end of medical school loomed and I realised that having to be within 30 minutes while on-call essentially meant living at the hospital unless I had reliable transportation capable of being anywhere in the hospital network within 30 minutes.