I gave up driving years ago on a peaceful Sunday morning in downtown Ogden, Utah, when I was T-boned by a truck driven by a drunk driver who abandoned the scene. Our Volkswagen was totaled. My 9-year-old son was in the hospital for a week with a punctured spleen. My left femur was broken and is now re-enforced with a titanium rod. When I learned to walk again, I learned to live without driving. This is called a "conversion experience." Like St. Paul knocked off his horse, I was knocked out of my dependence on automobiles. It's not just that cars are a necessary evil, I have come to realize, it's that most of they time they aren't even necessary. Maybe you haven't had a conversion experience. Or maybe you just haven't had yours yet. You know that automobile accidents are the most common form of death in America,