“Living’s mostly wasting time.”  -Townes Van Zandt

I know that a lot of people don’t understand my “obsession” with the bicycle.  They find it peculiar because they don’t understand what the bike gives me in exchange for what it asks of me.  Interestingly, the people who least understand often have another similar obsession…their cars.

So I sometimes ask these nice people if they know how much their cars have cost them.  If they’re really passionate car people, I usually get defiance in return.   They don’t care.  They can afford it.   It’s better than riding a bike like a poor person or a child or a spandex (it’s lycra but they always say spandex) clad elitist.  Yada, yada, yada.

Most people, though, simply don’t know what it costs to own and drive a car.  If they did, I suspect a lot of them would make some changes, so maybe not knowing is a defense mechanism of sorts.   Maybe it’s what keeps the tears at bay.

Time spent commuting is a sunk cost. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever.

Bike + train saves money and reduces stress, but can still be a time sink.

This is not a commute.  This is pure joy.  This is living.

For what it’s worth, owning a car costs a king’s ransom.  Don’t believe me?   Using numbers provided by the AAA, if you’re married and own two cars most of your adult life, it’s one million dollars out the door.  This is not an investment, either, no matter what the nice young man or woman at the dealership tells you.

But even worse than the financial burden car ownership imposes  is the inevitable decline in your quality of life that is a non-negotiable part of the deal.   Most of us already know motoring is not good for our health.  Sitting in a car is a sedentary activity.  It’s also very stressful.  They call it road rage for a reason.

Yeah, right.

That’s all bad enough, but I’m not done.   .  According to the nice folks at  EducatedDriver.com,  it turns out that a lot of us are literally wasting years of our lives commuting.   It’s not just  cities like LA and Houston.  It’s pretty much everywhere of any size.  Let’s say you live in Denver.  Who wouldn’t want to live there?   Better get their soon, though.   Denver residents waste  427 days of their lives commuting.  Bummer.

So maybe you’re thinking that this is unavoidable.  It’s not.  That’s just what people who feel trapped tell themselves to make the medicine go down a little easier.  Of course it’s avoidable.  You may have to make some trade offs to get there, but in the end it’s all a matter of what that commuting time is worth to you and how you might use it if you weren’t using it to sit on a freeway and inch forward at five miles an hour while raging that the other lanes are all moving faster than yours.

Ames is commute-free, bike friendly, economically vibrant and less than an hour from DSM International Airport.

I’m not of a mind to tell anyone else what to do.  How you choose to live your life is up to you.   That said, if I was twenty-something and just starting out, here’s what I would do.  I would move to a college town in either the Midwest or the Rockies.  College towns in this part of the world are typically affordable.  They have good bicycle infrastructure and robust economies.   Primary jobs are being created in these places…often the kind of tech jobs bigger cities dream of.   They’re not so large that you can’t bicycle everywhere.

The combination of these factors make them easy places to achieve financial balance.  Because they’re smaller, you can get from end to end very quickly.  Quality of life is generally very good.

If I was worried about having access to an airport, I’d find a college town close to a big city (Ames,  Lawrence, Lincoln, Bloomington, West Lafayette, Lansing, Ann Arbor, Provo, Fort Collins) or one that’s big enough in its own right to have  an airport (Boise, Madison, Missoula) that could get me to the big city in one hop. I’d move to one of these places and choose to live car free.  I’d pocket the million dollar dividend and reclaim the 1-2 years of my commuting life and call it even…

…but that’s just me.