In Bakersfield people who are seen walking out on the streets are assumed to be delinquent teenagers, crazy druggies, or homeless people. In cities such as these the identity of any respectable citizen is reflected in your car, SUV, or monster truck. It is an unfortunate fact that most people living here are forced to rely heavily on their own vehicle as the grocery store and the doctor's office and work are all a million miles apart. What about mass transit you say? Well, there really isn't any mass transit unless you count the slow-ass bus. (Plus people who ride the bus are deemed just as bad as the walkers.)
Because one of our cars is on it's deathbed we're sharing one car leaving me clean out of a ride to work two days a week. And since G is convinced that I would undoubtedly be run over on a scooter I proudly join the ranks of the derelict (Earth-saving) crazies by walking the 23 minutes to work. But only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
The rest of the week I'm a Earth-killing car-loving a-hole.