< Being A Confident Pedestrian
Counter boast: Cars bring you a new degree of freedom in hilly terrains, and also mean you don't fall into the "dead weight" category when holidaying with friends.
I cannot drive either, which meant that in the last holiday I took, people were driving for me. As if in a fugue, I regressed automatically into my normal childhood holiday state of "sheep mode" wherein I no longer have any say on where we are going, nor any semblance of the geography of the place I am in.
The world becomes a blur of beautiful scenery that fades quickly into recesses of my switched off passive mind, as destination A and destination B become merely disconnected symbols. You could tell me that we'd travelled 10km or 1000km and I'd just nod and believe it.
I'm not really someone who enjoys going on holiday, and I think the reason might be because I'm very much used to being in control in my tiny slice of life lifestyle back home where I can cycle or take the train at my own behest.
Unless you're city slicking, paying for extortionate cab prices, or you have no desire to travel outside of the bounds of the hotel, there is very little you can do without a car. There is something depressing about being the "I'll pay for the gas" guy.
Moral: Don't be like me. Learn to drive, but don't buy a car. That way you can rent whenever you want, or tap in for exhausted friends on long stretches