Basically, to survive without wheels in the car-conscious culture of modern life in America, in an area where there are no buses or subways or street cars, you need to learn to beg. I've gotten pretty good at pleading for a ride since I decided that I couldn't move my feet fast enough to safely get behind the steering wheel. My wife plays chauffeur most of the time, thank God. But she isn't always available. You're in business.
Most people are remarkably cooperative.
Nobody has turned me down. I have relied on about six friends so far, and when they tire of me, I'll tap another source. But it is amazing how often you want to ride somewhere on a normal day. I've solved some of the problem by buying a three-wheel electric vehicle that is sort of a cross between a scooter and a golf cart. I felt a little ashamed of myself for not praying for her because her medical problems make mine seem sort of wimpy.