Ultimately when I gave up the use of motorized vehicles, I walked everywhere, from town to town, across states and two continents. When I stopped talking, I mean literally I stopped speaking. I took a complete vow of silence.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
By 1990 I went back to no gasoline; I was just riding around on my bike, taking the bus. I had a tiny little electric car that didn't go very far or very fast. People thought I'd lost my mind. Even my own family thought I'd lost my mind.
I stopped smoking. When I stopped smoking, my voice changed... so drastically, I couldn't believe it myself.
Once I was condemned to three months' absolute silence. As I could not speak, I wrote a book.
I quit driving, I'm not retired.
From the time I was taught how to drive, I was taught how to behave when I'm stopped.
I can remember the frustration of not being able to talk. I knew what I wanted to say, but I could not get the words out, so I would just scream.
And then, when I started to school, I found out I couldn't talk.
As soon as I could talk, I was bellowing at the top of my lungs. My parents couldn't get over how weird I sounded - like an old man when I was just a toddler! But no one was gonna shut me up.
I've been on the road for fifteen years and I had no intent to stop.
I was quiet, a loner. I was one of those children where, if you put me in a room and gave me some crayons and a pencils, you wouldn't hear from me for nine straight hours. And I was always drawing racing cars and rockets and spaceships and planes, things that were very fast that would take me away.