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An Audit Conducted by Me Under the Authority of No One
Only anecdotally collected, and totally without sound methodology, but by a somewhat sound mind.
Since July, when we became a one car household, I have been relying on the MBTA to assist me in reaching many of my desired destinations. It has been interesting. Most days it went well-ish. Since my trips require a bus transfer and the flow of those are dependent on so many outside factors, I can’t always direct my ire at the T. They can’t control passengers who decide to quiz bus drivers as they board, or unscheduled road closures two towns away. I would say overall, my very informed assessment of the system is: a strong, strong meh.
It reminds me of frozen pizza. If you are home and you want pizza and it is the middle of a blizzard, you are almost excited to remember that you have a box of frozen pizza to cook. Almost. Because as you eat it, you do think about how much better fresh pizza is. But, again, frozen pizza in a storm is better than no pizza. And that is my evaluation of the T. You remember what it is like to drive a car, and sit somewhat comfortably alone, although in torturous traffic, as you do the bump and hump with various strangers against everyones’ collective will. But, when you get off the T and you didn’t sit in 90 minutes of gridlock to go 9…
