Being on some kind of permanent rebellion against "the man" I have gone the vast majority of my life without owning a car. As a teenager I had a couple of cars, both of which ended up in a junk yard, totaled. And before you ask, neither was my fault. When the second car was totaled, I was too poor to be able to afford a new one, so I simply began using the public transit in the small mountain town I lived in.
In my early twenties I took up bicycling as a hobby, pastime and way of life. I lived, worked and shopped all within a small radius, making bicycling the only thing I needed for transportation. I thought I'd never need a car!
Years later, living in Los Angeles, did it become clear to me that having a car would not only help me get around significantly easier, but improve the overall quality of my living experience in that vast, car-dependent city. Alas, I bought a car for the first time in my adulthood. I bought a 15-year-old Subaru from my mother with 180,000+ miles on it and that thing got me around LA just fine! When the road called to this gypsy again, I sold the Subaru to a dear friend and embarked about the globe again, carless.
Upon returning to Denver last year, I was like, "Sweet, I'm gonna live on Capitol Hill and walk and bike everywhere just like the good ol' days!" A few months passed and I quickly realized that I was over the good ol' days and I felt trapped in Denver, unable to get out and enjoy the tremendous amount that living in Colorado has to offer. I knew I wanted a car. I wanted to feel like and adult, to be able to go where I want when I want, not having to "borrow" someone's car.
In order to skip over a bunch of details, I got a car, a brand new car. Brand new was never the intent, but having a car guy for a dad, he convinced me that for what I wanted(another Subaru), that it was best for me to go with new since used Subarus in Colorado are as rare as diamonds and cost about as much(due to demand).
I am quite enjoying having a new car; the new car smell, the shiny new everything, the fancy dials and buttons. But I have to admit, it's a bit strange. I keep wondering when I have to give it back. I've been so accustomed to cars that I drive not actually being mine, that it feels like I need to give it back eventually. I've used lots of rental cars, and borrowed friends' and family members' cars so many times, that it still doesn't feel like the new Subaru on the street is mine and I don't have to give it back. My mother even made a comment along the lines of, "It'll feel like yours when you start getting the bills for it", and honestly it's not even that. It's going to sink it that it's mine when I can literally go wherever I want, whenever I want without having to call someone and ask, and without having to pick it up at a rental office. It took nearly 35 years, but I just may be starting to act like and adult.