RUNNING SEATTLE'S SPINE
Ballard-Columbia City, SEATTLE A certain romantic entanglement has brought unto me a world of Seattle Metro woes.
No, you can't hear more about my sweetheart. Road Remedies is not that sort of blog. But check out the consolation prize: a primer on the comedy of errors that is public transport here in the Emerald City! Go on, you know you want to...
Recently voters slammed down two propositions with a "no and hell no". They nixed a new highway viaduct downtown as well as a tunnel (those who learn from the disaster of Boston's Big Dig are not doomed to repeat it).
Various solutions often target my neighborhood, Ballard. Once a sleepy Scandinavian fishing quarter, it boomed with bohos, then condos. But the bloody buses still run every 30 minutes... until, say, 9.30pm on a Friday, when they begin running downtown once an hour.
'Cause we wouldn't want public transport to promote carefree evenings out or anything. No, no, nooooo. Why replace a fine tradition of drunk-driving and mortgage-expensive, slow-to-respond taxis?
Anyway, returning to lighter themes: I ride the bus for the best of reasons, book in hand, iPod in pocket. And I only complain a little.
"I've met a lovely man," I wrote my friend Lisa in London. "Except he lives 12 miles across town."
"Did you mean 120?" she asked.
"No, 12. But it takes me 70-95 minutes on Seattle Metro."