Work is nothing more than illusion which we believe because we simply don't know better. So when a car breaks down (does it really? or maybe it is we who are broken down) that work is neither further away nor closer than it would be if the car was working perfectly. The state of work existence is not defined by our ability to traverse the illusionary path.
Knowing this, knowing yourself we are able to fulfill the requirements of the illusion, to make work done without needless so called transportation.

I'm grabbing a towel and hoisting my thumb in the air with the hope that I'm not picked up by a Vogon Constructor Fleet :'(

Over here, this vehicle is known as BMdoublefoot.

A scooter with monster truck wheels.

I will use my ChevroLegs...

My sweet ride:

Simple... I lay out my trail in huge piles of Dynamite, then I time the detonations just so, that the force of each explosion propels me to the next. Thereby removing the need to walk or catch a bus.

holy goddamn linkage, Batman!!