Don’t tell my son, but there’s a part of me that secretly hopes we don’t get around to replacing our third-string beater that recently bit the dust.
It’s not just the money saved (though there’s a sizeable difference in insurance costs alone between listing a 17-year-old male as a part-time secondary driver rather than as a primary driver on even the crappiest vehicle).
Sharing a vehicle is a hassle, but it’s also somewhat of an intriguing challenge to someone who purports to want to reduce her carbon footprint. Lately I’ve been letting Ben drive his middle sister and all his baseball gear to school most days. If I want or need the car during the day, I just run or ride my bike to pick it up, go do what I gotta do, return the car to the school and then run or ride home again.
I’ve been thinking of it as parking the car at the end of a really long (1.5 miles from our door to the parking space) driveway. Yesterday I used the car to drive Cassie to an orthodontist appointment, then dropped her and the car back at the high school and ran the long way home (4 miles) to avoid traffic and boost my workout. I was going to run or ride back to the school for Colleen’s soccer game, but it turned out my parents went and since they drive right by our house to get there, I hitched a ride with them.
It’s not like this builds in extra exercise. I work out almost every day anyway. But it feels like an interesting little money-saving, calorie-burning game to play until my husband and my son find some “great deal” on a used car they simply can’t resist.