The Express Bus

Many years ago, the powers that be at Translink (or Coast Mountain Bus Company – I’m never too sure who thinks these things up) decided that Richmond would be better served by having the 98 B-Line and a number of peak hour commuter buses deliver the masses to and from Vancouver instead of a number of suburban (or would that be interurban) routes. With this change, the powers that be also decided to allow both the pick-up and drop-off of passengers, albeit through a limited stop service, throughout Vancouver to assist with ridership in the city. However, two routes were left as express routes and therefore would “typically” be drop-off/pick-up only in and out of town.

And that’s what has me ranting tonight.

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On your marks, get set… – courtesy of Stephen Rees

For as long as I have taken either the 488 Burrard Station/Garden City and 492 Burrard Station/Two Road buses there have always been people who get on the bus in Vancouver thinking that the bus will stop and let them off before we reach Richmond. Although I feel for many as they simply have grown accustomed to most buses in Vancouver taking them as close to their front door as the yellow lines on the road allow, it causes quite a bit of conflict with the transit operators, the transit schedules and people like me who avoided the other choices to Richmond in the hope that we might get home a touch quicker. It doesn’t seem to matter that the bus will have “Express” flash on the front display, nor does it seem to matter when the operator mentions the matter to those boarding. There just always seems to be the one guy who “didn’t know,” and pulls the cord to get off at the “next stop.”

Now maybe it’s the cold I have talking at this point, but there is always a part of me that just wishes the bus kept going. Teach the person a lesson and give them a discounted tour of South Vancouver and North Richmond. How dare they slow me down on my regular commute home from work! I’ve never really counted, but how many different options did this person have to get where they were going in Vancouver, but chose the “quicker” option of a suburban bus? It’s not like it wasn’t going in their direction in the first place, right?

That’s just the problem.

It used to be a common understanding that if the bus was going to Richmond and you didn’t want to get there, you didn’t get on it. There was always that odd exception where someone who truly didn’t know the system or how it worked got on by mistake, but it was so infrequent that it didn’t bother a soul. But now it’s nearly every day. People see that the bus heads down Oak St. and think that it’s okay to inconvenience the majority. Courtesy is tossed to the side of the road. And if the bus doesn’t stop, heaven have mercy on the operator who gets and earful from the person who feels they have a right to do whatever they want.

And Chris sits there. Pissed off and motion sick.

Sixty Days for Sixty Bucks

If you haven’t heard, a cool sixty bucks will get you sixty days worth of access to the Richmond Oval.

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Richmond Olympic Oval – courtesy of andy liang

Having a distinct need to become less sedentary, I recently purchased a pass thinking that it would be both nice to use this first-class facility but also gain the benefit of 2 months of exercise. From what I have been told the rate is decent (although what it will be after is not too clear), but apparently my health and well-being shouldn’t be attached to the amount of money in my bank account.

This me brings to the point of my post.

When I was young, I never really paid much attention to my parents claims that it would be harder to stay active when I got older. I took so many things for granted and assumed that my quick recovery from injury and ability to take a few months off and then get back into the swing of things without any conditioning would never disappear. Heck, there were times I thought I was invincible. The problem is, I got older. I stopped playing soccer actively when I was still in high school as I now longer enjoyed the team I was on and did not feel I had another option available. I stopped playing street hockey when it seemed that doing so was out of style. I chose to drop PE class from my Grade 11 and 12 years thinking that academics was the way to go. I stopped going swimming, hiking, walking and pretty much everything else as I grew older and found time at a premium.

I now find myself nearly broken and battered. I’ve broken my left ankle, ruptured the ACL in my left knee, and then probably tore the graft that was used to replace my ACL this past December. I’m no longer able to go out for a brisk walk without the cracks and creeks of my joints and get winded trying to go up a few flights of stairs. It’s downright scary. In fact, I wish I had access to a DeLorean that could hit 88 MPH to allow me to knock myself straight those few years ago, but not having that option leaves me only a few options.

So I’ve chosen to slowly get back into shape.

Richmond Olympic Oval

Bikes, Bikes, and Bikes – courtesy of cblee

I don’t know if I’ll do more than ride the bike, use the treadmill, or the elliptical trainer, but it’s better than sitting at home watching TV. I wish I had paid attention in weight training classes back in high school so I could do more than that, but considering how my body is falling apart at the seams, I’m worried that I could mess myself up more if I were to hit free weights and other machinery. However, doing something as I mentioned is better than nothing and therefore I’m going to get my ass in gear.

I’ve started to watch what I’m eating and ensuring that I pay attention to portions. Water is my new friend… well… at least Crystal Light is (I find water not too palatable unless I’m fricking thirsty) and since I’ve been drinking throughout the day, I’ve been eating less. I’ve also made sure that I am getting more fruits and vegetables as I seriously was missing out when I began to pay attention.

I’m just hoping it’s not too late to turn things around.

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