MetroRiderLA

Hey n00b!  Are you scared of the bus?  Worried about getting lost underground when you ride the Red Line?  Think that LA Public Transit is an oxymoron?  Well it’s time you grow some cojones and become a true MetroRider.  Doc on the Train has a great post that answers 12 of the most pressing questions an LA transit newbie might have.  Concise and quick, it’s a veritable Idiots Guide to the MTA.  Hell, I finally learned what the hell zone fare means!  Go check it out and earn your Metro wings.

Doc On The Train: Riding in LA 

About two weeks ago I had a constant desire to race things. When I was walking somewhere and saw someone on the opposite side of the street I would race them to the next light. If I saw someone get on the elevator I would go to the stairs and try and get to the lobby before them. (The latter which caused me to be locked in a stairwell for about twenty-five minutes. Turns out the new building I’m working in hasn’t got its stairwell security stuff worked out.) Another thing that I started to race were Rapids against local busses. I had faith in the Rapids and have waited many a times for the Rapid to show up even if a local was sitting right there in front of me in all its orange glory, but I was starting to doubt that faith. So, with some third grade calculations and a couple opportune situations when both the Rapid and local showed up at about the same, I set forth in the name of science.

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Another day, another let down. But I can’t write another complaint; I don’t have it in me. This blog has to be informative as well. So here’s a short informative post on one of the many ways to beat the heat this summer while riding Metro or any of the other modes of public transit this wonderful city/county has to offer.

Step 1, lean against the bus sign and take in the constant entertainment around you because you just might witness this.

Though it was blistering outside, the wait seemed to pass in cool fashion. Perhaps it was the breeze from the gas burning Chevy Tahoe’s and Nissan Armada’s passing by that was cooling me. Or perhaps it was the ranting of two crazies yelling at each other from across Beverly Blvd.

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