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MARC Train

Conflicts of Interest: Pedestrian thoughts

Conflicts of Interest: Pedestrian thoughts

Twenty years ago, I realized that I could not imagine my life outside of the context of automobiles. My mother was born in a car on the way to the hospital and it was the second place—if it can be called a place, this modality of motion and the destruction of place—I ever occupied. My dad hitchhiked to Florida when he was 12 for a NASCAR race. He and all his five brothers were obsessed with cars. Every show or movie you watched, they knew the make and model of every vehicle. My dad worked as an auto insurance claims adjuster (and then manager of auto claims adjusters). He was almost always working on a wrecked car. I knocked a hole in one with a hammer when I was 3. We spent a...