In which Truffula takes refuge in the Green Phone Booth, wishing she had clearer solutions...
On Tuesday evening, I headed upstairs to take my turn at bedtime story reading. As I passed the window, I noticed that our neighbors had a bought a new
Only, in their case, it looks like this:
It's a new-new vehicle, not a new-to-them one. And, it's so massive that it juuuuuust barely fits through the garage door opening.
I understand needing to have a set of wheels that will accommodate young passengers in safety seats, haul things around, or stand up to challenging road conditions (and cheer for the kindness of strangers who help make those wheels even more suitable for its precious cargo). When none of these situations apply, and someone replaces a late-model SUV with no apparent problems for an even larger one, it's one of those things which makes you go "Hmm..."
... and "why?" and "what?"
Why does my family bother having "just" one car, and a roller-skate-sized model at that? Why bother walking, biking, and busing? What part of the fuel production side-effects didn't get through?
How can we - individually and collectively - set a better example? What can we do to drive the point home (pun intended) that bigger is better when it comes to edible gardens and shelves groaning under the weight of freshly-canned summer goodness, but generally not so much for suburban vehicles?