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The Indefinite Article.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Regret

This morning it was wet and I didn't air my tires the night before. These were two good excuses for me to not ride my bike into work today. I didn't even pull the bike out of the Blazer. It rested with it's limp tires in the back while an overnight storm misted Houston. I left this morning with the bike still in the truck, but not intending to ride it. Besides the two great excuses I had, I just didn't feel like it.

I arrived at the museum, parked, and started towards the train. Right as I got to the corner of Montrose and Binz, however, the 34 was a block down, so I fumbled a dollar out of my wallet and hopped on. As we quickly bounced along the short remaining stretch of montrose, onto Main and into the medical center (in less than 5 minutes) I realized how incredibly crappy the train is, which makes the same trip in maybe 11-13 minutes.

The train is such a piece of shit. I would choose the bus over the train anyday of the week.

3 Comments:

  • i remember riding the bus - it was fun - especially when you can nap

    By Blogger Carolina, at 11:29 AM  

  • Funny, It's the complete reverse here in Portland.
    The train is effortless and on time. the busses are festing rot pits that never show up when your late.

    By Blogger colin, at 2:45 PM  

  • Trains rule in the northeast -- you can get an express and be there in 1/2 the time of a bus making local stops.

    And the subway is infinitely faster than buses, cabs, or cars slow-chugging through rush hour turmoil.

    By Blogger Amber, at 8:45 AM  

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