I'm having major scooter lust lately. A scooter would get me mobile, and would be cheaper than a second car (and we really don't need to be a two-car family right now, anyhow) (not that I have the money for a scooter right now either, but.) However, in North Carolina, you have to have a motorcyle license for anything that goes over
Jeff and I spent awhile kvetching at each other on the drive back from running errands to dropping me off at work about the traffic, about all the vehicles that were going by with one damn person in them, about the lack of good alternatives for people to use, and about how there aren't going to be good alternatives until people start using them but noone's going to use them until they're there. Gnar.
On the plus side, we're going camping this weekend. Just a little one-night shakedown trip, since we've never been camping together before. Which is why we were out running errands, because while Jeff already has the big stuff, like the tent and the stove, we were missing a couple of small but important things, like, oh, tent stakes.