Can you give me an example? I'm not meaning to sound dim, but just don't understand why any healthy and mobile adult with healthy and mobile dependent would ever need a car.
I need a car because I'm contractually obliged to have one to do my job. This is the case for lots of people: carers, community nurses, social workers, housing officers etc.
I also live on the edge of a small town in a rural area, where public transport is pisspoor. We have an hourly service, our last bus is at 5.30 pm, earlier on a Saturday, and we have none at all on Sundays or Bank Holidays. The first bus is at 7.45.
If I have to go to hospital for outpatients, 10 miles away, the bus fare is now about £7 return and the service is 2-hourly. The first bus can only get you there in time for an appointment at 10 or later. The last bus leaves the hospital at 3.15, so if you're not seen before then, you're stranded.
Of course, you could get the train: 1.75 mile walk to station, train to station, 2 mile walk from station to hospital, repeat on return. And the train fare is ... £7 return. If your appointment was early, you'd practically have to set off the night before. And the train fare would be £12!
Visiting family members in the next county, most of whom live in rural areas too, would be impossible (although we could visit one of DP's sisters by bus, and it would take around 2 hours for what is a 40 minute journey by car). Coming back from the supermarket with half a case of wine, a 17 kg sack of dog food and all the rest of the shopping would be near impossible. The vet is 9 miles away and I don't even know if there's a bus service. Camping holidays would be out of the question (I used to backpack, but at 62 I need my creature comforts). Our council doesn't collect garden waste, so regular trips to the tip are necessary. Call me a wuss, but I don't fancy getting the bus with a tonne bag of prunings, hedge clippings etc. A night out in the nearest big town would involve a £30 taxi fare back.
I did consider getting a bike, but have Menieres disease, which affects my balance. According to DP, I look pissed on a bike, I wobble about so much. And our narrow, windy roads would be terrifying for an inexperienced cyclist.
Perhaps a horse would be the answer. We could convert the garage to a stable and it could eat the grass, which would save me mowing it.