I took the bus to work yesterday. It was the first time I’d taken a bus since I was in Turkey. The time before that, I was in Spain. The time before that, Russia. Before that, New York …
You get the idea.
I was shamed into this uncharacteristic act by a number of factors. Increasing disgust with the morning commute. Concerns about pollution and dependence on foreign oil. Gas at $3.30 a gallon. And something I read that mocked people who take public transportation while traveling abroad, but never at home.
It’s not as easy to take a bus to my office as I would like. I have to drive five miles to a commuter lot. The express bus to Hartford from there is great, but the return express buses don’t run late enough for my schedule. I discovered that I have to walk a fair distance and wait a fair amount of time to get the slower, local bus back to a spot near the commuter lot.
It was a 13-hour day, door to door, with a 10-hour workday in the middle.
Still, it was an enlightening experience, and I’ll do it again. I’d do it more often, though, if it were more convenient. Mass transportation has to reach a critical mass to really take off, and I don’t think that has happened yet in suburban central Connecticut.
Well, here’s hoping it does. It’s not just good for commuters. It’s good for tourism.
There’s no reason that visiting Turks, Spaniards, Russians and New Yorkers couldn’t ride our buses for a change.