So what happened? After work last week, Julie and I met up for cocktails (and a transit-related meeting). The meeting (i.e. happy hour) ended and it was time for me to head home. I didn't have far to go to catch a bus. We met at the Majestic, which has a convenient bus stop located right outside the building. Sure enough, I only waited a few minutes for the bus when I saw one approaching. I was excited for such speedy service! That was until I saw two bikes on the front of the bus. I kept thinking in my head, "Damn! Please, people with bikes - make this your stop!" Unfortunately, it was not their stop and by default, it was certainly not my stop to get on the bus. Grrr...
Since I was a little frustrated, I decided to bike north to the Warren & Woodward stop. It was there that I sent a text to DDOT (506-64) to learn how long I had to wait. Twenty minutes. Okay - that was not bad but it was a little chilly, so I decided to continue to bike north to the bus stop at Grand Boulevard and Woodward to help me warm up. After waiting a little bit, I saw in the distance a bus! As the bus approached closer to the stop, I didn't see any bikes. "Woohoo!" I thought, "I'm getting on this bus and heading home." That was until I realized that the bus didn't have any bikes on it because it did not have a bike rack. Let me repeat that: IT DID NOT HAVE A BIKE RACK. In fact, it looked like once upon a time it had a bike rack but it broke off or something. Just my luck! Grrr...
So I waited. At that point, it was after 8pm and I was cold because the sun was down and I didn't plan to be out after dark. Anyway, I stayed put at Grand Boulevard and Woodward and waited. And waited. Another twenty minutes passed and finally another bus approached. I didn't see any bikes on the front and I saw shiny metal bars across the front! Indeed, that bus (the third bus) had an empty bike rack on the front. In excitement, I pulled down the bike rack and placed my bike on the bus, which seemed up a little higher than usual but, oh well, my bike was on a bus! (Unfortunately, there's no picture of bus #3 because I was in such a hurry.) When I finally got a seat inside the bus, I realized I was riding an older bus. In fact, it had a sign prominently displayed that read, "No Radios Allowed." I'm assuming that sign was put up before all the kids had their cd players and/or mp3 players and/or ipods. Another tip that it was an older bus was the sign that notified riders that there was a public hearing scheduled for Friday, February 24, 2012. (While I'm happy to see some of the older buses in commission to add efficiency, come on DDOT - take down some of the old signage.)
Luckily, the third bus got me to the Fairgrounds, last stop of the 53 Woodward. I thanked the bus driver, took my bike off the bus rack, and rode into the sunset.
Wait...the sun already set.
I rode home in the dark and cold but I made it home.
Three buses later.
The end.