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Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Found I liked less driving in my future


At a bus stop on a Saturday morning:

Do you know if the bus is coming?” A woman sitting in the newly installed shelter, what actually imitated wrought iron decoration.

Let's see, it's 8:31,” I said. “A few minutes.”

I didn't know if it would show up. I usually take the bus on weekdays.”

Oh, it's coming. Maybe on time instead of five minutes late. Less riders on the weekends.”

Well, it's really much simpler.” She showed me her pass like an advertisement. “My car was in for repair and because I need to go across town, it's much easier.”

In a city of 100,000, most people don't rely on buses. But near Lake Superior, above which are steep hills and in the winter, snow and ice, I was surprised that there isn't more bus use.

I ride the bus because of an eyesight issue. My sight problem is not usual; I had an eye muscle operation as a child that isn't done anymore. Like a character in a short story I wrote, I barely passed the driving test, getting 71 twice. In grade school, I dreaded the art teacher but later could do well enough in photography because my eyesight tends towards the two-dimensional. That made it fearsome to drive on many laned highways. In fact I could drive anywhere in Minneapolis and St. Paul without taking a freeway. I don't think eyeglasses helped because of the muscle limitation.

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I refrained from repairing an old car before I moved from the metro area. It was really because, with express buses in Minneapolis, I found public transportation more relaxing and a better prelude to a workday. Riding home was good for reflection. Reading on the bus, then using a tablet and next, a smart phone made that time useful.

I was the first of my peers to get involved with a car. In high school, I drove our Volkswagon two hours on Saturdays to Minneapolis for flute lessons, taking 35 W, a flat, straight trip. A week after I graduated from college, I bought a car. 

While at my first job in Minneapolis, I began using public transportation. At 7:00 in the morning, I didn't feel like driving some days. It became the best alternative, I decided a few years later while trawling for a parking place near the University of Minnesota. There were other benefits. In the winter, I didn't have to warm up a car or sit on a freezing car seat. A few minutes waiting at a bus stop seemed less jolting. Especially if the bus was a good route. 

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What I finally disliked was the dependence on a car. With less car repair, I noticed the general dependence and the constant issue of parking. Walking was my main exercise so I didn't mind walking to a bus stop. I knew there weren't many people on my sidewalks at the time, so not many who could identify, which made those thoughts fuel for fiction. Two of my short stories in the collection Curiosity Killed the Sphinx dealt with car issues.

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I realized that others might, if they stopped driving some of the time, enjoy riding. The setback is that our public transportation isn't often suited to a pleasant trip. If in places like the Midwest, there were more of a demand for public transportation, it might become more comfortable, especially for commuters. This year, a few electric buses have been introduced up here and apart from their being the newest, they are no different for the rider.

After the successful campaign against cigarette smoking, and with the statistic from the Minnesota Pollution Control Agency - 52 percent of outdoor air pollution in Minnesota comes from vehicles such as cars and trucks - a similar campaign could be launched. Yet I believe that if people tried using their cars less, some might prefer the change. Car-pooling is usually less dangerous than driving alone. If many made the switch, it would lessen the climate issue in the atmosphere.

1 comment:

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