Welcome to the continuing adventures of being carless in college. In previous posts I have described the inconvenience of this lifestyle, shared how I cope with being carless, and given readers tips on different ways to get around town without a car. This week I will be stepping up my game by presenting everyone with the exciting opportunity of being able to literally see my frustrations though a photo adventure of a day in my life. Here’s the situation:
- It’s Thursday, February 24 2011
- My agenda consists of work, class, and downtown intramural soccer game at 9pm
- This week we face our rival team and this game can not be missed
We begin in the morning. I wake up with one thing on my mind: the big game. If it hadn’t already been on my mind naturally, it would’ve been soon because my friend/teammate Alan has been in overdrive ALL week mass texting and Facebook spamming our team with “Get Angry” pump up messages. It’s time for work so I throw in the iPod:
And I climb on my bike like so:
Yeah, I ride the 21 speedster. That’s pro style. Since being carless I’ve become a champ at biking so I effortlessly coast down the street towards my workplace on campus. My champion style biking usually gains a lot of attention on the street so here’s a photo someone must have taken as I flew past so they could remember the moment:
I sit through work, looking completely natural and entirely unaware that there is a photographer documenting my day standing right behind me:
All the while trying to maintain focus on my work while I am bombarded by Alan’s messages. As I work, my mind wanders and I wonder how I will plan to get downtown for our game at night. I think back to some previous blog posts of mine and realize I have a few options to consider. Lightrail, shuttle, taxi. After class I decide I better bike over to Gammage as the shuttle seems like the best option. When it arrives I have a sudden urge to photograph the enormous bus I’m about to take downtown, so I do:
There is a problem though. I took so long finding the best angle for the shots that by the time I get them, the shuttle closes its door on me and takes off. Back to the drawing board. Light rail is never my first option and of course I try to avoid at all costs but gametime is soon and it may be the most convenient option:
Again, I sit naturally at the light rail stop completely unaware of this creepy person taking pictures of me all day. I try to be patient and zone out to my music while I wait for the train to arrive. Typical light rail takes forever. I grow impatient and wonder how I can avoid this awful light rail ride I’ve chosen to submit myself to. Suddenly, a light bulb goes off. Carpool. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this all along. I ditch the light rail stop and head back home to call for a ride:
Luckily my personal driver is on my speed dial so it’s a quick task. Driver is now on the way. After a sudden and unexplained time lapse, the sun has set and my ride arrives:
This ride is no joke. This things flies, we’ll be there in no time. I happily board the car thinking of all the fools who got stuck riding the light rail. We arrive to the game, throw on some jerseys, and continue to play.
Minor detail: we lost. But no big deal, we’re set to rematch our rivals in the upcoming playoffs. Get ready.