I’ve lived in San Francisco since 1995 and, for part of that time, it’s been without a car. I don’t mean I’ve been one of those hypocritical people who don’t own a car (and decry the internal combustion engine) but rents one for the weekends. I mean without a car.
Like let me put my camping backpack on and walk to the store and carry everything back like a pack mule.
As some readers may know, I’ve been without a car since January 7, 2011 and probably will remain sans vehicle until mid-to-late March while mine is being repaired. Since I live along the route to work of several co-workers, I sometimes hitch a ride into the office with them but, mostly, I choose to walk to work. One of the reasons I chose where I work is because I can walk there.
When I brought my car in last January for a new engine to be built and installed, I bought a pair of what some co-workers call “security guard” shoes. They ain’t stylish but they are comfortable.
San Francisco is considered to be one of the most dangerous cities in America for pedestrians. Our big brother (or sister) to the South, LA, still claims the top spot but you do have to be on your guard when walking around town and I cross some very busy streets every day.