Indie rockers won’t believe me, but I swear it’s true.
I was not aware that Arcade Fire had a song called “No Cars Go” before I chose “No Car Go” as the title of this blog. It’s true that credit is due in my naming process, but it’s not due to some French Canadian hipsters. So, who’s the genius who came up with the name No Car Go?
It’s Liz, my dear, dear friend who has known me since we were both car-free, by law. We met in sixth grade and quickly bonded over our shared affinity for puffy paint and Honey Comb cereal. Since we spent so many minutes and hours together during our formative years, we often exhibit that sharing-a-brain behavior so common in BFFs.
Others look at me blankly when I give them a shoulder punch and say “Good goin’,” but Liz knows exactly which Roseanne episode I’m alluding to (the one where Darlene gets her period and Dan is at
a loss for encouraging words). Others don’t appreciate the heightened enjoyment of eating the crust of your sandwich first, but Liz understands the importance of saving the best bite for last.
One time Liz and I showed up at a meeting of friends after not having seen one another for more than a year (and not having lived in the same city for more than 10 years), wearing nearly identical outfits—and they weren’t ready-matched Gap sets. We both had on calf-length jean skirts hand-sewn from old pairs of jeans; thick, dark tights; funky brown boots; and red-hued scarves looped around our necks.
If you’ve had a friend like Liz—or even if you haven’t—you understand why, when Liz said she had some ideas for blog names, I listened up. She fished around in the pocket of her second-hand ski vest (of which I have a similar model) and came up with a crumpled grocery receipt. On the back of it was her brainstormed list.
I couldn’t read the first idea on the list. It looked like she’d scrawled the thing while driving (something I sure would never do!). The second idea was “Forever Shotgun.” Not broad enough. The third idea was “No Car Go.”
That was it. No car, but still going—by foot, by bike, by public transport, and by carpool. Going to exciting new places and going to the same old places. No car, but going on about life.
That was exactly it. And Liz had never even heard of Arcade Fire.