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There are many theories about poverty in America. Some people say it’s about motivation. Others blame budgeting apps no one uses. A few insist it’s all about grit, hustle, and waking up at 4:30 a.m. to journal aggressively. And then there’s a quieter, far less glamorous explanation that rarely trends on social media: If you can’t reliably get to work or school, everything else collapses. No amount of inspirational posters will change the fact that jobs still exist in physical locations, schools still require attendance, and childcare pickup windows do not adjust themselves for late buses or nonexistent transit routes. You can’t “manifest” your way out of a broken transmission. Enter Cars of Hope , a volunteer-run organization doing something profoundly unsexy and wildly effective: giving people cars. Not crypto. Not “financial literacy workshops.” Actual vehicles. With keys. That start. And somehow, in 2025, this remains a revolutionary act. Transportation: The Unspoken Gateke...

I. America’s Love Affair with Infrastructure (and Pork) Every few years, Congress rediscovers that bridges collapse, trains derail, and airports still feel like 1970s bus terminals with TSA lines. That’s when the great ritual begins—the crafting of a “surface transportation authorization bill.” It’s like Christmas for lobbyists, a family reunion for state DOTs, and a group project for lawmakers who haven’t spoken since the last one. These bills—most recently the Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act (IIJA)—are where the federal government decides how much asphalt, concrete, and ribbon we can afford before the next election cycle. The process dates back to 1916, when the government decided to give states formula grants to build roads instead of letting them dig random dirt paths and call it progress. Since then, the system has evolved from “Here’s some cash for your highway dreams” into a multiyear, multi-trillion-dollar mashup of transportation, climate, and broadband funding—all w...

(or: How We Eventually Decided to Stop Breathing Our Own Tailpipes) The Problem — Increasing Air Pollution in Cities in the Mid-1900s Picture post–World War II America: optimism, GI Bills, and a booming baby population. We built houses faster than you could say “cul-de-sac,” paved interstates like we were frosting a sheet cake, and collectively fell in love with chrome and tailfins. Public transit? Cute idea—let’s bulldoze half of it and call it “progress.” By the mid-20th century, the love affair with personal vehicles had turned into something more like an all-you-can-eat exhaust buffet. Cars and trucks multiplied like rabbits on caffeine. Highways carved through neighborhoods. The air in major cities thickened into a soup so grimy that Los Angeles smog could make even Gotham’s Bat-Signal blush. Doctors started noticing lungs weren’t thrilled about this bold new “modernity,” but hey, that new V8 engine purred like a dream. People in cities like Pittsburgh and New York often descr...

Ah, car shipping. That magical service where you pay someone to treat your four-wheeled baby like a glorified Amazon package while you cross your fingers and hope it arrives without looking like it spent a week in a demolition derby. With gas prices, road rage, and the ever-present chance of hitting a pothole the size of Nebraska, why drive when you can ship? We compared 34 auto transport companies so you don’t have to wade through endless “five-star” reviews clearly written by the CEO’s cousin. After all, you want a company that will actually deliver your car—not excuses. Here are the six companies that actually made the cut —because the other 28 were either scams, glorified voicemail boxes, or quoted prices that could buy you a new car outright. 1. Mercury Auto Transport – Top Pick Overall Rating: 4.6 (324 reviews) Sample Quote: $965 Specialty: Shipping your car without giving you a nervous breakdown. Mercury Auto Transport is the broker equivalent of that one friend who act...

Ah yes, the humble golf cart — humanity’s answer to the burning question: “What if I wanted to feel like a suburban retiree everywhere I go?” Welcome to the age of the electric low-speed vehicle, or as the government calls them with the sex appeal of a wet sock: LSVs . They top out at 25 mph, boast all the aerodynamic grace of a Tupperware container, and — according to one very earnest Washington Post columnist — they might just save the planet . Picture it: You, your lukewarm Starbucks, and your dreams of personal climate redemption — all bouncing down Main Street in a doorless shoebox on wheels. Because nothing says “transportation revolution” quite like a high-tech version of what your uncle drives to tee time. From Country Club to Climate Crusader Let’s begin where all great revolutions do: in the gated communities of Florida. Once the exclusive domain of retirement villages with names like “Sunset Palms” or “Last Stop Estates,” the modern minicar is now aggressively rebrandin...

It’s a miracle that anything gets built in America. Roads, bridges, airports, train tracks — these magical things we all rely on to not die on our way to Costco? Yeah, they exist thanks to Congress. You know, that same Congress that once spent 15 hours arguing whether a hot dog is a sandwich. Spoiler: it is. But somehow, despite the bickering, political theater, and tendency to do absolutely nothing until five minutes after the apocalypse starts, Congress also manages to occasionally fund transportation infrastructure. Enter the high-stakes soap opera known as surface transportation authorization — an absolutely thrilling (read: soul-crushing) process where Congress decides how much taxpayer cash will be flung at highways, public transit, and other ways of getting from Point A to Point B without bursting a blood vessel. From Model-Ts to Model Disasters Way back in 1916, when the biggest vehicular menace was some guy named Clyde weaving his Ford Model T down a dirt road while high ...

Ah, nothing screams economic brilliance quite like a new round of tariffs designed to "help" American industries while simultaneously kicking consumers squarely in the wallet. This time, President Donald Trump has set his sights on the automotive industry, slapping a 25% tariff on imports from Canada and Mexico —because, you know, nothing says supporting American jobs like jacking up car prices by thousands of dollars. But don't just take my word for it—just ask the automakers, who are currently experiencing the five stages of grief as they calculate the damage. Spoiler alert: it’s bad. Congratulations, America: You Played Yourself Let’s start with the basics. For decades, the North American auto industry has functioned as one big, beautifully chaotic machine. Parts and vehicles cross borders multiple times before they ever make it to a dealership. That means, when you add a tariff on imports from Mexico and Canada, you're not just hitting foreign-made cars—you’...