In the time after September 11, 2001, I was beginning to understand myself as part of a larger world. Rather than go to sleep the next day, I was beginning an awakening. At the age of 27, nearly 28 then, I was on time with having my worldview radically revised.
One thing was certain: the tragic day crippled my industry, as the planes were grounded and then everyone was scared. Working like I did in the entertainment industry in San Diego, often serving up dance band shows to conventioneers and tourist attractions like Sea World, I was not ready to have the national airline scene shut down. The effects, by the early part of 2002, was that there wasn't much money to live on. That was the first time I found myself needing to drive less.
Fastforward a bit and in 2004-5 I was aware of peak oil and its implications. I was showing the peak oil DVD, The End of Suburbia. Still driving exclusively, but rather less. I began picking my trips more carefully, or weighing if I needed to drive at all. Chronic unemployment helped tame my driving too, as did a variety of jobs (when they did happen) that were behind-the-wheel and allowed me some quick errands without use of my own vehicle.
I began keeping closer tabs on my personal mileage with the close of 2006, when my truck had coincidentally rolled 200,006 miles as I parked it before New Years festivities. In the time since, I've watched how my mileage has fallen year by year. First, during 2007 it was 6,161 miles. In 2008 it was 3,688. And then in 2009 it was a remarkable 1,546!
I also kept a tab on my oil changes. One interval spanned from about June 2008 to April 2010, and I had gone only about 4,000 miles in that time!
I chalk it up to rejection of the perceived need to drive. Secondly, I let my errands pile up till there is a good amount to do. I combine trips almost obsessively. I also started biking in 2008, the first regular use of a bike since my teen years, and since I got my first car in 1993. Other reductions in mileage are due to some carpooling with my wife or coworkers or friends from church. I have dabbled in bus and trolley rides, but much of what I need to do now is on my bike.
What I found in 2009--the first full year of biking--was that I had more or less reduced my life to a 4-5 mile radius. Church, work, bike shop, restaurants, doctors and dentists all fell within that radius. In the same year I found myself in many more face to face relationships that were very life giving and sustaining. I found that my life has so far been richest in the period when I chose to forgo the thing that almost is a birthright in my country. Contrary to expectation, I felt liberated, healthy, connected, revitalized. I felt like I was better seated in my world. It was quite something.