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                   --Lee Pound

Day 122 - Commuting by Train

We all have our stories about how we started to commute by train instead of by car to work. In Southern California, that is an even more unusual story because so few people actually take the train. And yes, we do have a train system here in the Los Angeles area (and San Diego too).

Anyway, I used to drive from Irvine, California to Beverly Hills every day. About ten years ago, my wife and I drove up to Santa Barbara for the weekend. Because of circumstances, she picked me up in Beverly Hills and we left the car in the parking garage over the weekend. That way I would save a trip home to Irvine and she could drop me off there Sunday night on the way home.

The plan worked perfectly. We had a great weekend in Santa Barbara and rushed home Sunday afternoon. Only one problem: we forgot to stop in Beverly Hills to get my car and I would have to be back up there Monday morning. And my wife had another engagement and couldn’t take me.

So there I was at home with no way to get to the office Monday morning.

I had heard vaguely that there was some kind of train running in the Los Angeles area so that night I turned on the computer to check it out since that seemed to be the only way I was going to get there.

After an hour of research, I had the train schedules, subway schedules (we have one of those too) and bus schedules which would get me to where I needed to go.

The next morning my wife dropped me at the Irvine Metrorail station, about five miles from home, and I boarded the train. It was a clean, comfortable train with plenty of seats. I settled in for the one hour ride to Union Station in Downtown Los Angeles. The trip cost four dollars.

At Union Station, I bought a Metro Red Line ticket and rode the subway all the way out to Western Avenue, the western end of the line. Again it was clean, comfortable, and fast and took about 15 minutes.

At Western Avenue, I caught the local bus line for the twenty minute ride to Beverly Hills. The bus dropped me right in front of my building.

Wow! I thought. That was pretty neat! Yes, I got up early in the morning but there I was at the office at 7:30 in the morning, ready to go. I felt energized, relaxed and hadn’t missed the freeway drive at all.

That night I drove my car home down the 405 Freeway, one of the world’s longest parking lots. By the time I arrived I was tired, frazzled and ready for a nap.

The next morning I made a decision. I took the train again.

And I never drove to Beverly Hills at rush hour again. Ever.

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