There's nothing like a trip to the gas station to focus one's mind on the opportunities of transit, limited as they may be.
The return leg of yesterday's trip required a stop at the gas station.
The wife drives a 2006 Honda Civic hybrid that gets better than 37 miles to the gallon and sometimes nearly 50 mpg. Sitting in the garage while I ride the bus is a 1999 Dodge Caravan with a powerful six-cylinder engine. On its best days, back when it was new, I was happy to see 20 mpg, but most often it was less.
I took the van to the Watt/I-80 light rail station, and since it had less than a quarter tank of gas I decided to stop and get gas on the way home. I was so engrossed with an internal debate over Arco's 45-cent ATM charge that I almost missed the final total:
Fifty dollars. And some change.
Well, that puts some perspective on the 45-cent toll.
When I got home I discovered the wife had been filling up the Honda. Her tab was $32.51.
This morning, waiting for my regular bus, I watched my neighbors rush off, one to a car, speeding to their destinations. I looked left and followed the car until I was looking right. I then followed a car going the other way. Back and forth I watched the traffic. Back and forth I shook my head.
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