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. ...
"This bus company’s so poor we can only afford new rubber bands once every ten years. Just sit down, shut up, and keep pedaling."
Posted December 15, 1994
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A love letter to San Diego Transit