We were once a five-car family. That was when the four daughters were in college. Three of them had cars, which The Lovely Marianne and I paid for, of course. She and I had the other two cars. We all needed cars in those days.
When I retired from speaking to become a full-time, lazy writer, I turned in my Ford Escape when the lease was up and decided I no longer needed a car. Hey, we live on Long Island. The train station is a half-mile away, right in the heart of town, which has stores and bars and restaurants. Target is the same distance away in the opposite direction. So is Chili’s. So is our church and everything else a guy my age could possibly need.