G-d am I glad that I live in a city where you can show up for a date by subway train, on a unicycle, or by taxi, and so long as you look, dress, and act human, no one will say boo about it since 50% of people don’t even own cars. I’d expect San Francisco proper to not be that different in this respect.
This being said, I probably get more compliments about my car (old Mercedes in very good shape) than anyone in an Accord will 🙂
“What are you doing tomorrow…?”
“I need to head out to Jersey to do some work on my rental house. I’m free Sunday, though :)”
… or …
“I’m going to Dubrovnik, back in a week.”
