’ve always had a love-hate relationship with public transportation. Sort of a “can’t live with it, can’t live without it” dynamic. During my time living in Chicago, my life was completely dependent on my U-Pass and its magical unlimited CTA access. The summer I stayed in Chicago, 90% of my motivation for doing a summer independent study internship was so I could have a U-Pass.
However, public transportation isn’t without its flaws. It’s often not terribly comfortable, has crazy delays, can be overly-packed-full of people, gets really hot or really cold with little room for happy medium, and smells funny, among many other things.
In spite of it all, I love it. I even love it in my current place of residence, Bogota, Colombia, where the best description I can come up with to communicate the experience of public transportation, called busetas, is a metal death trap of clown-car-like proportions. So, before you write me off as a nut case, let me explain myself.