Last week I went to the beach. That beach is thirty miles away. In fact, I went to a couple. Then I came home for tea. And I didn't even plan that. I went to Tesco first. But it was such a nice day, and my day off, I thought I'd have some fun too.
That is what having a car means. Spontaneous fun. Tell me why I shouldn't. Tell me in such a way that it isn't a restriction, or a sign of austerity. Tell me in such a way that it isn't "know your place".