So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Questioning travel assumptions
My lovely wife and I were discussing our bills. (One of the least fun things to do with a lovely wife.) Once in a while we look at a bill for something and wonder if we really need that thing. This time we looked at AAA roadside service. The better plans are not cheap.
We travel a lot, but during our longest trips we usually are towing a boat. AAA does nothing for boat trailer problems. For that we now have Boat US towing service. We used it once, and if we don't use it again for a dozen years, we'll still be way ahead. Anyone towing a boat any distance should look into it. Outside of being a happy customer, I've no connection to the company.
In the end, we decided to keep AAA. We tend to drive older, weirder vehicles, so having decent towing insurance has been useful.
Once in a while I ask myself if having a car is worth it. Cars are an expensive constant drain on finances. They cost money every month, even if they never leave the driveway. Of course, we do live out in the woods far from any public transportation. It would take some serious work arounds. Maybe we should just live on a sailboat and have home and transportation all in one package.
There's always the option of moving into a city where's there's public transportation. My lovely wife like to dabble in public transportation. She had a doctor's appointment in Boston where they were going to do some tests. We parked our car at my daughter's place north of the city. We took the train into the city, then the subway to the hospital. The best that can be said for the experience is that it's better than driving a car in Boston. Of course, when my lovely wife had an invasive procedure done in Boston, we took a car. Imagine trying to hop subways and trains with a bandaged leg.
Then again, I'm not a city person in the first place.
Forget plane travel. Everyone complains about the TSA. I boycott flying. Yes, I'm a cantankerous old grump, so what? The only time I'm going to let someone touch me that way is if I can touch them right back. That's usually a private thing involving soft music and wine.
Anyway, that's the sort of though processes set in motion by contemplating one single bill.
Well, that's one bill down. Now for the next one on the pile.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.