Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Selling My Car
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2003 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
A resident of Los Angeles records his experiences learning to live carfree. Hurray!
I take BART to and from work (occasionally Muni trolleys for variety). I almost never use my car. Leonard and I could coordinate to shop for groceries together in his car. Ergo, I really want to get rid of my car. It's nothing but a money hole. After some repairs, I'll embark on the arduous task of selling a good high-MPG car with 70,000 miles on it in a city where no one in their right mind wants a car, either.
Why do I have a car? Because my parents gave it to me, despite my years of vehement declarations that I Do Not Want A Car, and it was useful when I was moving, and I haven't bothered to sell it yet. That's all.
It's a 1999 Toyota Corolla, in case you're wondering.
