Welcome to another funfilled week of Stuff We Like with our lovely squirrel, Freddy MacKay.
This week I'm discussing my love of the train. Not of trains themselves, but as a mode of public transportation.
I hate driving. Hate. Hate. Hate it. Always have. I really wanted to be a pedestrian when I grew up.
For six years I drove fifty miles everyday round trip for my job. I found I could do something more than hate. I loathed driving. I avoid it all costs. So when I got a job in the city and knew I could take the train, there was no way to contain my excitement.
Even on days when the snows coming at you so hard it stings your face, I'm still more satisfied taking the train than I am driving. It doesn't even cross my mind to drive, because it's such an inconvienence. It also takes a lot of energy, and attention, which if you met me, you know what my attention span is like.
I just don't want to do it. I don't want to drive. I wish I lived in a city where public transit was a little better (like SF) but it's pretty decent here, and I enjoy the train rides into and out of work every day.
I've made friend buddies on the way in and out of the city, and I know several of the conductors. We take about innane things but that doesn't really matter. We enjoy each other's company and ask after each other when ones been gone. There is a communal comrodery when the first train in is late, again. (How does the first train manage to be late?) And I've even managed to get hooked up with some really nice Blackhawk tickets as a result of one of my buddies.
We have fun, talk, or sometimes just chill. It's a quick twenty-five minute trip. It's nice. And it's a hell of a lot better than sitting in my car, in traffic, for one and a half to two hours, just me and my radio.
Trains are so much better.