When I was 18, like many Canadians, I studied the learner’s handbook, practiced driving, and got my license. I’m still shocked it’s that easy to let someone barely out of their teens drive a vehicle made of thousands of pounds of metal. My first car was a 1973 Dodge Dart my grandma gave me. I’d jam punk rock mix-tapes in the radio cassette player, rev my engine, and speed around with all the reckless naivety of youth. Continue reading Living carefree and car-free in the cityDelighting in alternative forms of transportation in a car-centric land →
These days, one gets the impression that the city’s planning council is filming a Western shoot-em-up inside city hall, with one angry hombre sauntering up to another and pronouncing, “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.”
Motorists against Edmonton Transit System, private against public transportation.
