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Articles by Tricia Romano

Tricia Romano is an award-winning writer who has written for the New York Times, the Village Voice, Spin, the Daily Beast, Radar, and Rolling Stone. With a broad focus on pop culture, she has interviewed everyone from Richard Simmons to Pete Wentz to Carson Kressley, and has penned stories about technology, beauty, and fashion for the New York Times Styles section. She covered nightlife and celebrity culture for five years in her Village Voice column, "Fly Life." A Las Vegas native, she is also a photographer. More at www.triciaromano.com.

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After a few months in Los Angeles, the freeway seemed terrifying rather than exhilarating.Photo: Dan MattesonOne Wednesday morning a couple of weeks back, I woke up, looked outside my kitchen window and noticed something weird. My car was missing from the spot in the driveway where it had been parked for two days.

I was sure it had been in its usual place before I went to bed. But there it was, or rather, there it wasn’t: an empty spot where my dark gray 1992 Honda Accord had sat night after night since I moved into this place. I thought I was hallucinating. I was distraught. I had just spent $600 updating some parts. And I loved my little car. It was a gift from my family, once owned by my uncle’s mother, who had died suddenly.

When I first got the car, I wanted nothing more than to drive it. After having lived carless for over 15 years in New York and Seattle, it was a odd and giddy feeling to have the freedom to be able to go anywhere I wanted, whenever I wanted, not having to rely on public transportation or my own two legs.

With car ownership, however, came a nagging suspicion that I was on the wrong side of a Big Issue. My purist environmen... Read more

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