I need a car for work and errands. Most outsiders really don't get it. Public transport is shit, and you're not getting anywhere on a scooter. In fact, our highways are a big part of the reason the more affordable foreign bikes have struggled to gain a following here until recently. Driving 50 km to work isn't unusual, and good luck doing it on I-45 on your moped.
Thankfully we're almost done here. Barring some major complications we'll be one of the lucky ones to get out, move to a walkable city elsewhere, and yes, potter around on a scooter or some other bike.
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I'm not sure what everyone is thinking, or what the hell is supposed to save us.

The latest fad is a poverty social. Every woman must wear calico,
and every man his old clothes. In addition each is fined 25 cents if
he or she does not have a patch on his or her clothing. If these
parties become a regular thing, says an exchange, won't there be
a good chance for newspaper men to shine?
The Silver State. 1894.