So Long Honda, Hello Metro

If you live in the sprawled out region that is the Greater Houston Area and are over the age of 15 it's only logical that you have some mode of personal motor transportation. Enter my Honda Accord. It had been in our garage ever since my mother picked me up from after school care back in the fall of 1997.  By the time I received my license at the age of 16, it was still in great driving condition and had a pretty sweet stereo system as well. A few minor dents and two years later, the Accord and I arrived on Rice University's campus. Wheels at my disposal, I was ready to take on the city whenever I pleased and burn the emission into the abyss. But being in college changed me. A more environmentally conscious Brianna emerged, and as the semesters went on I used my car less and less, preferring my longboard or carpooling with my less enlightened schoolmates. I said a final goodbye to the vehicle one fall and exchanged it for $800 and a Metro Card, courtesy of one of one of mother's clients that fancies himself a mechanic and some department at our school whose name escapes me at the moment, respectively. Metro Card in one hand and some cool cash in the other, I headed to the nearest bus stop for my first adventure sans Honda.