Take a break from driving. You’ll just end up trying a new craft brew, letting off some steam, and forgetting you ever wanted to leave your sterile desert sanctuary. Get where you need to go with a dollar fifty and an ounce of tolerance for your fellow man/woman/transgender breakdancing busker. The whole endeavor may even afford you some time for other soul-reviving activities like gazing blankly at the passing cityscape or reading something other than a script (still called “books,” I believe). Lyft and Uber don’t count, though they're slightly more soulful than driving alone.
Ride a bus.