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Rush hour of the ACT's wildebeest

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Of all the famous old arguments raised by dull old bores against Canberra adopting light rail only one has occasionally floated my gondola (sometimes also buttering my parsnips). It is the argument that Canberrans may prove to be too fond of their cars, too attached to them, for public transport ever to thrive here.

In recent days I've found myself divesting myself of my dear car of many years and, finding the carless life unimaginable, quickly buying a new one to last me into the foreseeable future.

Views of Northbourne Avenue, Canberra City, New Acton, Civic, and The Light Rail, Tram. Photo: Jamila Toderas

Even if light rail ever came my door (unlikely, given that I live in an unfashionable frost pocket in one of the government-neglected favelas of Woden) I'd still want my own horseless carriage.

My recent flurry of car-selling and car-buying (and the way in which at the moment the government and opposition are trading inanities about electric cars) has got me thinking about our cars and our sometimes complex relationships with them.

Parting with my old car has been a wrench. And if we become especially attached to our cars, especially cars we've beetled about in for many years, it may be because we come to be, literally, what we drive.

Our cars may know us in our most intimate moments. My Barina knows all my secrets, but can be trusted (for Holdens are famously trustworthy, unlike........

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