I've proudly been vehicle-free for years. But it also makes me a little crazy, because I don't get out of the city much and am at the mercy of public transportation, kind friends, and my own (injured) limbs.
This all started when my parents visited last September and suggested I buy a scooter. I dismissed it as crazy-talk, until I had a vivid dream a few weeks ago that I'd purchased a Vespa.
In my dream, the scooter was red and I named it Mr. Darcy. I suppose it would be fun to say "Mr. Darcy and I are going to the farmer's market."