You NEED a car to get around.
I like traveling on my own time. I like being able to jump in my car at 11PM to go to CVS, which is down the street, because I ran out of toilet paper. I don’t have to look up the train schedule and wonder if it’s sketchy to walk down the dark street alone, or whether I can carry back the bulk 48 roll package by myself. I don’t have to watch my stuff for 20 minutes on some creepy platform, then shuffle everything awkwardly into a train while everybody glares at me for taking up more room than a teacup pig.
I love driving. Sometimes, I want to be able to cruise down the road with my arm out the window, without the stench of a homeless man’s urine staining the seat beside me. San Francisco, Boston and New York might each have their advantages, but being reliant on public transportation is not one of them.