Big Blue Night Light

On a typical weekday after work I cross Pico ready to twist hood ornaments off twitchy black Mercedes’ that radiate waves of bluetooth or have my knees broken by blood-thirsty white delivery vans. So far I’ve been been lucky and always make it across to the bus stop unscathed. Happy to have working knees I breathe in some fresh nitrogen-laden golf course air and do some jumps on the chain link fence as I wait for the Big Blue Bus #7 eastbound to the Rimpau Terminal. This past Tuesday I had the most pleasant of surprises.
bus slows.
bus stops.
I enter.
flash EZ pass.
jaw drops as I’m suddenly overcome with a wave of relaxation. I feel like I’ve just stepped into a private intergalactic shuttle headed for the safety of my home planet. I’m bathed in perfectly tinted blue light. All of the usual hideous disinfectant-grade flourescent lights in the front 2/3 of the bus have been internally gelled the trademark Santa Monica blue. Big Blue Bus is right! Though it doesn’t take long for pessimist side to kick in and ask “why the hell aren’t all the buses like this?”.
And that’s where it stands, why not? WHY NOT!?