I commute 170 miles a day. The students I teach and the experience I'm gaining are well worth it. If this turns into a steady gig, Meg and I will certainly move, but for now, I am one with the turnpike. (I go through a lot of audio books. Right now I'm listening to In Cold Blood.)
Meg and I own a Jeep. She needs it to get to the train station and I couldn't realistically drive it everyday and expect to make any money. I needed cheep, reliable, and temporary transportation.
Mid August my little brother Derrek reminded me once again (like I forgot) why I love him so damn much. He is the proud owner of a 94 honda civic that gets close to 45 miles to the gallon. He lives close enough to his job that he can walk and on the shitty days our Ma can give him a lift. The convenience of his location, plus the fact that he also owns a truck, meant that his little frankencar was available. I never really had to ask if I could borrow it before he selflessly offered it up. I'm very lucky.
I imagine that if Superman were going through a rough spell, he would drive this car.
Meg also has a younger brother, John, who although I've only known a few years, is pretty kick-ass as well. He has a problem with stealing his sister's legos, but that's their quarrel.