OK, so it’s been over a year since I moved to LA, took my driving test and got my license on the first try – that’s how good of a student I am – but ever since, I just keep taking Lyft.
(No, not Uber – even though it seems like everyone’s gone back to Uber, I don’t know what to think, so I’m sticking with Lyft)
I can’t decide.
Car? No car? Little car? Big car? Bike? Scooter? Roller skates?
As you may know, I’m the queen of not making up my mind – which will probably be the end of me. Instead of listening to what my heart is telling me “buy a car, you’ll enjoy it, voilà” I’m spending my life (I mean it, my whole life) weighing the pros and cons.
With my guy, with my friends, and even with my Lyft driver, actually.
Part of me wants to keep being the cool, relaxed girl who lives in Venice and rides her bike everywhere.
Another part of me says that cool girl could have a little hybrid car that doesn’t pollute, and she can use it when she wants to go someplace other than Gjusta.
That part of me says yeah, but if you’re only going to use it two or three times a week, does the world really need another driver?
Especially because the practical girl in me is writing to you from a Lyft, where she’s getting quite a bit of work done instead of driving around wasting time in traffic like everyone else.
And besides, with the money she’d put into a car, she could pay for a trainer and be totally hot within a year.
So hot, in fact, it would be a shame to not be driving a shiny convertible to the beach with music blasting.
Or a super classy SUV if I want to be one of those girls.
Yes, but… says the hot, responsible woman in me. Borrowing Chris’s car works too, if it’s only a couple of times per week.
But ew to asking to borrow your boyfriend’s car.
And especially ew to being a Sunday driver. Driving rarely means driving BADLY.
Since you can’t see it for yourselves, every time I end up behind the wheel of Chris’s car, I become an extremely focused grandma (no music, window open so I can hear traffic, heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I park because the experience was so intense, then forgetting to put the car in park, so the car rolls backward, oh shit, oops, sorry!) who gets honked at at every intersection.
And don’t get me started on left turns in LA, please.
So yes, maybe it’s a good idea to buy one, just so I don’t risk my life every time I borrow Chris’s car to go to Whole Foods.
And then, like any real, self-respecting Angeleno, I’ll be able to live in my car.
You can’t really say you live in LA if you don’t have a car. It’s a trap. Not having a car in LA is kind of like an eternal vacation. And it’s not so bad, actually.
Or is it…
Having your own car means you can leave all kinds of things in it, you can go to Opening Ceremony, then stop to see a friend, then buy a lamp, then go to an exercise class because you always keep your workout clothes in the back of your trunk.
You can sing at the top of your lungs. Secretly check out hot people at red lights. Take off to Big Sur for the weekend on a whim.
So, what do you think? Car or no car?
And what about you, do you drive?
Translated by Andrea Perdue