First of all, I don't drive. I can hear the cries the disbelief- what? No way? It is by choice. I took driver ed back when I was 17; I was never one of those who drove on their 16th birthday. I never kept it up or even got a license.
There is a precedent to this behavior-neither my father or mother drove. In his case, he did drive a tractor but I'm not sure that counts. My parents came from Latvia to the US in the '50's when public transport was widespread. And I spent ages living abroad where a car isn't essential.
That brings me to my bicycle. When I returned to the US, to Buffalo, NY, one of my first purchases was a bicycle. For a city with an interminable winter, it's a challenge to see how long into the cold I can ride it. I usually last until the first snowfall. This year I may break my own personal record. It's December 10th and my bike is still locked to a post (covered area) in the backyard waiting for the next ride.
My short story 'Midnight in Barcelona' is in Ride, collection of stories about bicycles!