We don't have a car (more about that later). But, there are various modes of transport. Side-car being one; this has the additional use of preparing me for my twilight years, when I'll be in a chair and wrapped in a shawl.
The pilot is Andrew, our Marxist near-neighbour by the way. Shortly before this picture was taken, he had an unpleasant incident with a freely-defecating flock of seagulls.