Normally I drive my Scion xB car to work as there's always a parking space, work is early, and I'm too lazy to wake up earlier to get there on bike. Well today I had to bring my car into the dealership due to premature rusting of the body (5 month old car, makes me want to dump it already) and dropped it off half an hour before work. Pulled my bike out of the back of the car and took off to work. It was quite enjoyable (a mile or two less than the commute from my house) and went without a hitch.
It's ironic that my first bike commute since moving to a new apartment comes as my car develops a major flaw. To top off my recent sour life experiences, my girlfriend absolutely gawked at the notion that I might sell the car and go car-free for at least a short while due to my complete disgust with the new car and cars in general. IMHO, she's just pissed she would have to ride on a motorcycle if she got rides from me (or god forbid, commute on her new Townie more than twice a week).
In addition, when asked if I could drive the family truck if my car ended up being sold, my father, who drives a beautiful new Corvette, stubbornly told me that no, the truck is his and he won't let me use it. The truck is a piece of junk that I've kept running with self-made oil changes and a bit of backyard mechanics, with rust, a hole where the stereo was stolen, and absolutely zero amenities compared to the convertible my father has as his daily driver. It's ridiculous that I should have to buy a new car when he has two, and one is an enjoyable, luxury muscle car and the other is soon to fall apart due to age.
If Toyota refuses to fix the car, I'm probably going to sell it and do without. I've got motorcycles and bicycles to get me around and that's going to be it. Enough with these cars...they are making my life difficult, giving me road rage, and starting to create problems in my familiy.