We didn't get away as hoped this August but no matter that didn't mean that we didn't vacation. A Staycay has become a modern concept where time may be limited but the craving for mind and body is anything but. When living in dynamic NYC interesting possibilities materialize.
So if a car's experience is so fundamentally different than riding transit, what parallel experience can we plumb for joyous attributes? I would propose we look for a model to long-distance trains and their sense of possibility and romance, not the raw sex of cars.