And you wonder why the T is losing money…

Yesterday they didn’t collect fare from me on the commuter rail going inbound OR outbound. The cheapskate inside me was beyond overjoyed, but as a person seeing the shambles that the MBCR is in, I was disturbed.

I hate taking the commuter rail, because I live in West Newton and it’s only 15 minutes to Yawkey, 20ish minutes to Back Bay and South Station. $4.75 seems a little steep for such a short ride, especially when it’s not even on time half the time. When Matt and I go places together, it’s usually cheaper to drive. When we go to dim sum in Chinatown, we can park in a lot for about $12, and pay about $2.50 in tolls. That’s less than $15, and it’s $19 for us to take the T to South Station (round trip). If we wanted to change at Back Bay to get to the orange line and get off at Chinatown, it’s almost $26 round trip. (More if we forget our Charlie Cards!) They don’t have free transfers.

So, as someone who is very thrifty, especially with a baby on the way, saving that $10 yesterday was actually somewhat helpful. But why aren’t the conductors collecting fares? I’m an infrequent commuter rail rider, but at least 50% of the time I’m on there, they don’t collect fares.

The T

It’s becoming increasingly difficult to support the MBTA. As a casual rider, I’m coming close to just giving up on it.

I try to do the eco-friendly thing and take public transportation, but the T is making it really, really hard.

Take yesterday for example. I was meeting a friend for sushi in Back Bay. I figured I’d take the bus there and then take the commuter rail home. There’s a bus that goes from 2 blocks to my house and drops off by the Back Bay station. It only takes about 25 minutes, so it’s a nice bus ride…in theory.

Except, yesterday it simply NEVER CAME. After waiting at the bus stop for over 20 minutes in cold weather, I stormed home to take my car. I drove to Back Bay, and got there in 20 minutes. The sushi place validated parking in a garage, so parking only cost me $5.

The bus to Back Bay costs $3.50 because it’s an express bus. The commuter rail home costs $4.75. That comes to $8.25.

To drive to Back Bay and park in said garage? $5 plus $2.50 in round trip tolls. That comes to $7.50. And the added benefit of driving in my car versus taking the T is that I can sing at the top of my lungs without people staring at me like a crazy person.

The T simply isn’t doing anything to entice the casual rider such as myself. It’s expensive and unreliable.

Here’s another example. Matt and I enjoy going to dim sum in Chinatown on the weekends. If we take the commuter rail, it costs $19 for us round trip. If we drive, can park in a lot for $10-$15. AND we don’t run the risk of getting stranded at South Station for hours on end if we happen to miss our commuter rail train going home.

And yes, I do live off the D (Green) Line, but while a lot cheaper (round trip for $2.50) it is not a viable solution. It takes over an hour to go from Woodland to Park Street. According to Google Maps, it’s only 11 miles from Woodland to Park Street. WHY oh WHY does it take over an hour? And as I’ve written before, the rickety old Green Line trains give me motion sickness. A few years ago I threw up in Boston Common because I got sick on the Green Line.

There’s also an express bus that stops right outside of where I work. Coworkers have told me that it’s also unreliable; sometimes it just fails to show up. And this is a FIVE DOLLAR BUS. Why on earth should someone pay that much for a bus that can’t even show up when it’s supposed to? I get that express buses are more expensive, and I’d have little qualms paying extra for the added convenience of getting to my destination quickly, but I can’t bring myself to pay that much money for a sub-par riding experience (i.e, the bus failing to show up).

I think I’m close to giving up on my casual ridership of the T. My “green guilt” and desire to support public transportation caused me to repeatedly take the T for leisure, but I think I’m done. Gas is cheap now, parking garages are less expensive than taking the T from where I live (aside from the green line, but I like to avoid the prospect of vomiting whenever possible), I can get to my destination when I want to, and I don’t have to run the risk of waiting for a bus that may never even arrive.

Clumsy

Yesterday I was standing on the T, and I lost my balance. I began to fall, and then I proceeded to trip over some poor unsuspecting guy. Another guy sitting down caught me. I was very embarrassed.

And then, about 2 minutes later, it almost happened again, but I caught myself after tripping over the same guy.

Dollar coins

It costs $4.75 to go from South Station to West Newton. After lovely meal of dim sum, Matt drove to Southie for band practice, and I walked to South Station to catch the 12:40 train back to West Newton.

I made the mistake of purchasing my train ticket using a $20 bill at the ticket machine. I now have fifteen dollars worth of dollar coins weighing my pocketbook down.

I could barely close my wallet!! I hate using those coins because cashiers never seem too pleased when I hand them a handful of dollar coins. And I remember from my cashier days that the cash register drawers seldom have a compartment for dollar coins.

SIGH.

KrissyInBoston’s Grand Day Out

I had plans to meet a friend in Central Square at 11 AM. Sounds simple enough, right?

10 AM: Couldn’t get my car out the driveway, AGAIN. For a different reason this time. The city does a poor job plowing our street, so our street has reduced in width by at least 50%. There was a minivan parked across from my driveway so I had no room to back out.

10:20 AM: I told my friend I’d take the T and would be in Central Square by 11:30.

10:30 AM: I went to the bus stop on Elm and Webster. There is a playground there, but the sidewalk was NOT shoveled, so I had to stand in over a foot of snow when I waited for the bus. It was cold and wet.

10:33 AM: The bus miraculously arrived on time. Upon boarding, I realized I forgot my Charlie Card at home so I had to pay with cash. I took the bus to South Station, then the T to Central Square. It took about 45 minutes which isn’t too bad considering it probably normally would have taken 30+parking to drive.

11:20 AM: I grabbed a table at 1369 Coffee House. I had a pumpkin muffin and soy hot chocolate. We had a rousing political discussion, which felt very refreshing.

1:00 PM: I hopped on the T to South Station, thinking it was perfect timing because for some reason I thought there was a 1:30 train to West Newton.

1:25 PM: Arrived at South Station. There was no 1:30 Framingham/Worcester train; there was a 12:55 train and the next one was at 2:40. I had to make a decision. Wait for the train? Or walk to the bus stop near Chinatown and wait for the bus? I didn’t know the bus schedule, but it does run approx. every half hour. I also didn’t know where the bus stopped, but I had a vague idea. And the green line was out of the question because I didn’t trust that the sidewalks on Washington Street would be clear.

1:35 PM: I decided to just wait for the train. It was cold out and since I wasn’t sure when/where the bus would actually stop, I figured it was a good idea. South Station was nice and warm. So, I got some tea because my throat was hurting and a copy of OK! Magazine to read the exclusive interview with Jamie Lynn Spears.

2:40 PM: They still hadn’t announced the track number, so we hadn’t even boarded. At that point, I had to pee really bad from the tea….but I didn’t want to run to the bathroom and miss the train. Luckily, we boarded around 2:45.

3:15 PM: We arrived at the West Newton station. I ran up the stairs, holding in my pee, and then noticed that the piece of sidewalk on the island on Washington and Elm was not shoveled, and the snowbank was several feet tall. So, still holding in my pee, I ran east down Washington Street a little, and then jaywalked along with some other people who had come off the train and didn’t know where to cross the street.

I got home at 3:20. Exhausted.

Why, hello, again!

I can’t believe I’ve abandoned my blog for over a month. Shame on me. In my defense, a lot has been going on…and I was procrastinating moderating the comments. Since the last time I logged in, I had over 3,000 spam comments. Ouch.

Anyway, the reason I am breaking my silence is to share with you the horrendous experience I had yesterday, thanks to the MBTA.

First off, all weekend the D line was closed from Resevoir to Riverside. Instead, there were shuttle buses.

My “Little Sister” and I were returning to Newton after seeing Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre at the Wang Center. We were on the shuttle bus, which was going down Route 9 in Chestnut Hill (near the mall). Suddenly, the car in front of us braked, and the bus was unable to slow down in a timely manner, so the driver pounded on the horn and swerved into the left lane. He simultaneously almost hit the guy in front of us, and an SUV in the left lane.

Somehow, he missed both. It must have been a matter of inches. Everyone on the bus gasped in unison. My Sister and I were towards the rear of the bus, and it was the type of bus that the back is slightly elevated by one step. We were near the step. If we weren’t holding on tightly to the poles, we would have likely went flying across the bus.

It was pretty terrifying. Especially from where we were standing, we could see everything clearly happen. We were really lucky we didn’t get into an accident. I’m surprised we didn’t, actually. It was VERY close. We were shaking from it for about an hour.

And just think, all summer long they’ll be bussing between Resevoir and Riverside. OH JOY!

Nightmares about CharlieTickets and CharlieCards

I am not a regular T-rider, so a few weeks ago when I took the commuter rail to South Station and had to hop on the red line to meet Matt in Southie, I had forgotten that a) the fares went up and b) they have the new CharlieTickets and CharlieCards. I can’t even remember the difference.

Anyway, the lines at the ticket machines were long, and there was an aggressive MBTA worker trying to move things along fast but not succeeding. The first machine I used did not work. It was really frustrating because there was a long line behind me.

I was irritated because now with the fare hikes, it cost me $6.75. I should have just walked from South Station to Southie to save $2, but it was way too cold out. Luckily I went home with Matt who had his car, but if I was doing a round trip, it would have cost me $13.50. That’s a little pricey, if you ask me. But I think I’d rather pay it than use the green line even though the green line would only cost me $4 round trip. Riding on the green line is just such an unpleasant ride — it would have taken me an hour to get to South Station instead of 22 minutes. Plus, the closest green line station is either a half hour walk (making the ten mile trip to South Station an hour and a half) or a 10 minute drive.

Last night I had a dream about CharlieTickets. I was trying to get one from the machine, and it just wouldn’t work. People were waiting behind me in line, getting aggravated. Finally, when I boarded the train (it must have been at an above ground green line station) the machine wouldn’t accept the card, and the driver began to yell at me! It was horrifying!

Sometimes tourists are great to have around!

After getting off the T in South Station and preparing to wait for the commuter rail, a little old couple told me that their vacation was over and that they had no use for their T-tokens…so, they gave ‘em to me! How sweet!

Of course, they’re only useful at some stations (and will soon be totally useless), and I don’t even know what takes tokens and what takes Charlie Cards these days. But even if I can’t use them, it was a touching gesture!

How did I become the last person under 40 in Greater Boston without an iPod?

I’m generally fairly cutting edge with technology — or so I like to think. I’ve been using email since 1990 when my email address was CFHM67C on Prodigy. I’ve been blogging for over 6 years. I’ve been using Tivo since the year 2000 and I was burning CDs back when people were trying to time the spaces in between the songs on a mix tape.

So, HOW did I miss the boat on this whole MP3 player thing? It’s not that I’m a fan of CDs…because I’m not. I downloaded thousands of songs during the Napster craze, and I’m a loyal Rhapsody user. I haven’t purchased a physical CD in years!

Yesterday, I was meeting a friend in the North End to grab some chow. The commuter rail didn’t leave at a time that I could use it (more on that in another entry), so I opted to walk to Woodland and take the T to Haymarket. From Woodland to Haymarket; that’s quite a ride — nearly an hour. So, I took some Dramamine and grabbed my portable CD player to listen to some music.

In my defense, my portable CD player seemed “cutting edge” at the time. It not only played traditional audio CDs, but also MP3 mix CDs. I thought it was super cool, because it could fit *gasp* 150 songs on it!

On the T, I suddenly felt very self conscious of my clunky CD player. In fact, I hid in in my purse with the headphone wire sticking out so I could listen. Whenever I wanted to press “next”, I guiltily slid my hand in my purse so nobody would see my CD player. I looked around at the people around me with their shiny little MP3 players, a fraction of the size of my CD player. The little white iPod earbuds, the armbands so they can jog with them…JOGGING and listening to music! I can barely walk with my CD player without it skipping! In a city as tech-savvy as Boston, this is inexcusable!

I then realized something even more embarrassing. My headphones were being held together with tape.

I need to get on this MP3 player bandwagon — and pronto! Of course, by the time I do, I bet there will be some other cool technology and I’ll feel like a laughingstock for still owning an MP3 player.

Funny people on the T

While waiting for the T, there was a guy walking around talking to himself. Suddenly, he declared: “Man, I need a beer!”

Then he fished around his pockets and pulled out a can of MUG root beer. “Oh, I found one,” he said, then offered it to a stranger. “Want one?”