And you drive?From my front door to my parking space to my desk is four minutes.
I do. My left knee is made of cheesecloth and a Koosh ball, and the route to my office includes going down West Third Street, which features a quarter-mile-long hill with a 59-degree incline. I'd never be able to walk home. Furthermore, my workday generally has me out of the office for at least a few hours every day, between interviews, client meetings, conferences / seminars, etc. I need wheels.