6 or 7 blocks, as it turns out, an effortless 10 minutes that doesn’t even involve crossing any busy roads. If I had a job in the city I’d walk to the train every day like I did once upon a time. Perhaps one day I’ll win the argument.
If my car ever truly shits the best or gets wrekt I can just shrug and say we’re too broke to buy something new and the used market is bananas so we’ll just have to learn to live with a single car 
Flipping my car on an off ramp, as praxis