Cars Suck

On Tuesday, I had a winter league game but still wanted to deposit mortgage payment monies and get some free Quizno's before I left. I had successfully completely both endeavors and was driving home with my sandwich, scooting down 4th street towards College. The right side of the street was packed with parked cars so I was over to the left while still as close as I could be to the right. This street is very narrow. Without warning, as is usually the case, a car pulled out of a driveway quick as a lick and directly into my path. I slammed on the breaks and tried to swerve out of the way but to no avail. The front right corner of my bumper smooched the front left corner of a 1985 white BMW with a skinny little 17 year-old behind the wheel. Oh well---there was neither damage nor injury. Still, dealing with insurance is a pain in the ass.
The very next day, Campus Safety found my car in the staff and faculty parking lot and ticketed me, after having missed the car for 2 or 3 months. Now, I either have to pay the $50 fine so that I can get a parking permit or just never park there again. I am reminded of the third choice, used by Ken and Laura, in which they neither got a permit nor parked elsewhere, accumulating larger and larger tickets---all of which were ignored and discarded until they graduated.
A bicycle is the clear solution to my woes. I need a bicycle! I would not spend as much money on gas and I would get a workout every morning. We all know that the strength and appearance of my calves is more important to me than anything else.