1. The subway
8:45am Tuesday. Squeezed into a tin can with the population of a small Vermont town. Trying not to breathe through my nose because it smells like vomit and cumin and oh great, the train is stopping between stations and the lights just went out, which means it’s show time for the mariachi band. Welcome to the C train! The MTA says more than 5.5 million commuters take the subway on an average weekday and it seems like all of them are on the train right now.
That said, I recently drove from Colorado Springs to Mount Rushmore to the Badlands and back to Denver. By the end of the trip, I never wanted to see the inside of a car again. On the subway, I can listen to show tunes on my iPhone, read my Kindle and arrive at my destination chilled out. No arguments over the radio, no fear of impending death while being passed on the right by a tractor-trailer during a thunderstorm and if I want one more margarita for the road because I deserve it, I can go for it without worrying about dying in a fiery crash or getting an expensive DUI.