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Posted
Thursday, March 05, 2009 2:14 PM
| By
Hanna Rosin
This coming weekend's Sunday Times Magazine has a very entertaining story called "Share My Ride" by Mark Levine. (Not linkable yet.) The story is basically a history of the car-sharing movement, which originates with enviro-geeks from the Pacific Northwest and extends to the now-ubiquitous Zipcar. The story opens with a sketch of Levine's Park Slope, Brooklyn, neighbor, Joe, a guy with the "means and the mind-set to wade fearlessly into the waters of certain Next Big Things." Well, my humble neighborhood in D.C. is no Park Slope, but for what it's worth, I am its Joe. About six months ago, I decided to share a car with some friends, not even knowing it was some kind of movement. They have three kids and so do we, and neither of us wanted a minivan. So instead we decided to share one. So cool and mellow was my friend Meri about the whole thing that when it came time to decide whose insurance, she casually ponied up her card. Well, about two days later, one of us lost control of the car in my sloping driveway. The car smashed into the house, wrecking its main beam, collapsing our garage doors, and choking the neighborhood in smoke. My house had a big orange "CONDEMNED" sign on it, and I became familiar with something called the "D.C. Cave-in Squad." Now, my insurer is suing Meri's insurer for damages. Otherwise, car sharing is a great idea!
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