The only good reason I can think of to live in the city would be that you would not necessarily need a car to get around. Buses, subways, or taxis could pretty much take you where you needed to go.
I've never been a lover of cars, but see them more as a necessary evil, and a hateful way to spend my money.
Take yesterday for example. There I sat at home, waiting to hear from my mechanic. Why? Because on the way home from work night before last, my car overheated. I happened to glance down for some reason (thank you, guardian angel!) and noticed the temperature gauge needle ALL the way over in the red section - as far over at it could get. I pulled over to the shoulder of the road as soon as I was able and immediately turned off the car. It was then that I noticed smoke coming from under the hood. Scared me to death. I made a panicky call to my husband first, and once I told him where I was and he assured me he was on his way to "rescue" me, I then called AAA so they could send a tow truck to get the car.
But car companies continue to spend ridiculous amounts of money on advertising campaigns that deceive consumers into believing that "we are what we drive." And it works, too, because sadly, a lot of people actually fall for this nonsense. As if their worth as a person depended on it. Some even believe it to the point that they get themselves into needless debt with car payments in an effort to live up to the image associated with driving a certain type of vehicle. I think this is awful. For me, a car is a utilitarian object, designed to take me from point A to point B. A collection of metal, plastic, rubber, etc., does not define me as Madison Avenue would have me believe. I define me.
I remember car shopping as a young, unmarried woman. What a nightmare. My experience with car salesman has been that they seem to think that every woman who walked through the door without a man by her side could be conned into making an emotional decision with no regard to price, a car's reputation, or consumer reports about its reliability. I actually had one salesman say to me, "This car would look GREAT with your hair!" I just looked at him and didn't say a word, then turned right around and walked out. I was completely insulted that anyone would think I'd be stupid enough to make a big decision like buying a car, based solely on how well it complimented my hair. Still makes me mad to this day when I think about it. GRRRRR!
This one's got another 60,000 or so miles to go before I send it out to pasture - but first it needs new tires, brakes and an alignment. Sigh... Remind me again why I don't live in the city?