I took the number 30 bus from East Sac to downtown yesterday. The bus driver was calling out each stop on his microphone. Cool. No problem. I was absorbed in my book pretty much ignoring it. Until he called out the Alhambra stop, and then belched before turning off the microphone. Ouch. Everyone looked slightly uncomfortable and there were a few snickers. Part of me thinks maybe he did on purpose, and part of that part of me thinks in that case, AWESOME! The other part of me feels confused and slightly violated. Plus the bus was late. Still better than driving and parking. That is all. Over and out.

Light Rail News & Advice

FYI, “Trust No Man; Fear No B*tch” is the advice I got from new graffiti at my light rail stop today. I’ve had since about 7:30 a.m. to contemplate the saying and I’m still not finding it too relevant to my life. Also experienced on the light rail today, the following conversation on a cell phone: “They didn’t even have a convertible for me. I’m the homecoming princess and they didn’t even get a convertible. My mom was hecka mad, she was all like, ‘y’all are the most unorganized bunch of people how can they not have a convertible for the homecoming princess?'” At that point I put on my Ipod so over Allison Kraus all I got was “princess… homecoming princess.. convertible… next year…” but I think I got the important parts. Boy, somebody had a case of the Mondays! I’m just wondering who in their right mind would ride in a convertible in this weather. Anyway, that’s the news from Sac Light Rail. You heard it here first.

GOLD LINE DOWN! But Sac driver saves the day.

This morning I arrived at my stop along the new “Gold Line” (formerly Sunrise line) on the light rail. You know, the one that’s been expanded to go to Folsom. When it runs. Everyone was milling around and there were about 5 times as many commuters as normal. After a few minutes it was clear that a) the train was not coming and b) it had not come for a while, leaving so many extra commuters waiting at my stop. Rumors were flying – that the train had just stopped one stop up, that there was some kind of threat to the train, etc. There was an RT truck parked but no RT worker and no sign posted with information. Finally, just as I was contemplating the bus map to figure out an alternate way to work, a bus driver came up and shouted that the whole line was down both directions and had been for over an hour. She said the stop before ours had at least 100 people waiting, so even when the train started again it would take several passes before we could fit on.
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Smart drivers 1, jackhole drivers 0

Stalled Vehicle

Sacramento freeways lend themselves to aggravation. There’s something about the process of merging in the River City that just doesn’t work the way it should. Too many lanes to merge? Shoulders that are too large and inviting for “cheaters”? Stupid people that simply don’t understand the concept? I’m sure we’d all agree it is a combination of the three. Well, my friends, yesterday’s commute home was one where justice was served. I was making my way onto Business 80 (Capital City Freeway still?) as I do every weekday evening via the J/I street onramp. Anyone that makes this move knows that people just LOVE to try and cheat their way through usually by driving on the side of the road for as long as they can ultimately cutting someone off and being forced to stop traffic and merge (force) their way in. It’s traffic, remember, that’s a lot of cars going the same way at the same time. Short story long, I witnessed this dude in a BMW behind me weaving in and out of traffic making every effort to advance his ride. He was receiving gestures from other drivers and basically increasing the level of stress in an already tense moment. Well, as is rare in this day and age, our smooth operator was rewarded for his behavior with a blown radiator and was forced to pull over and request assistance from the driver’s he had moments ago irritated. Booya.

Folsom RT Woes

Apparently the huge popularity of the newly opened Folsom light-rail line caught Regional Transit off guard, too. I know that nobody likes the backseat urban planning guy (especially when he doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about), but I’d like to know how something as large as a commuter rail line gets completed without a clear picture of how it’s going to be used. Survey, anyone? Polling? Calling random numbers? Anything ringing a bell?

But from the picture of RT this article paints, I guess the lack of user sampling is not the biggest obstacle RT faces.

Last week, a consultant for the south line extension told an RT committee it now looks like capital costs for that extension will be $150 million – a whopping $38 million more than anticipated.

And that’s not the only project over budget. If the people at RT misplace their tickets, they might want to look up their collective ass.
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No wonder we’re known as bad drivers.

I found this piece from today’s Sac Bee extremely disturbing. Who the hell blogs from their car while racing a train?

While on the one hand I can appreciate the fact that the writer is one bad-ax-muther-trucker for being able to blog while he’s fighting the maniacs on Highway 50, to blog while driving is maniacal as well. Who authorized that story anyway? No wonder Sacramento has such a bad reputation when it comes to driving ability, or really, with anything to do with a motor vehicle.

This story will only promote bad habits on the road. I DEMAND that the Sac Bee publish a retraction to this story. They should also publicly hail the Sac Rag as the most trusted name in fair and balanced reporting in Sacramento in a full page ad in the Lifestyle section. WHO’S WITH ME?

Conversations on the Light Rail

Friends, I’ve taken the liberty of creating a new category (did I need CoolDMZ permission for this?) to house my records of bizarre commuting experiences. For example, conversations overheard on the light rail. For example of that, the following: At 7:30 a.m. a completely wasted woman sitting behind me had the following to say on her cell phone: “I’m going to go to Folsom and get me some new KSwiss as soon as it does…. he said he want a baby, that dumb F-**ker don’t even know that he’ll be lucky if he gets to eat dinner at home tonight and he thinks I’m gonna give him a baby…” Rinse, lather, repeat for my entire morning commute. And for yet another example,
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Keep your green in the right lane

John at Uneasy Rhetoric has some ballsy comments re hybrid cars in the carpool lane.

And SacRagger RonTopofIt just shared with me this quote about gas prices in a story:

Many are feeling the pain in the pocket. “In my van it’s like every two days 45 bucks to fill it up,” lamented Mary Chicas of Plumas Lakes. “It’s like so crazy.”

Let’s do the math: let’s say she gets 13 miles to the gallon and her tank is 16.5 gallons (using that $2.72 and her $45, and 9th grade Algebra). I think Mary’s real problem is that she’s driving over 100 miles a day. She must commute to Dixon. That’s like so crazy!