CHRIST! “8:45,” says the radio. Still shaving. It’ll be halfway up the Silver Strand already. Don’t rush, don’t rush. You’ll cut yourself. “Can you find my wallet!” I yell. I’m running round hauling trousers on. ...
“That's one thing I regret of the old days. You stayed long enough on a route to have a one-to-one relationship with your passengers."
Posted December 15, 1994
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A love letter to San Diego Transit