Greetings all,Long Beach Bike Path as I peddle. I fear we are coming into the dreaded June gloom. Nevertheless there are many beautiful birds in attendance on my ride. As enamored as I am with my bike, my story would not be complete without amplifying on the second mode of my multimodal commute.
I've been a Metro Blue Line rider for most years since it opened in the early 90s. The tracks wind their way for 22 miles from Long Beach through Compton, South LA past Exposition Park, the USC Campus and Staples Center into Downtown LA. The light rail train has been an important part of my world, and I have enjoyed the ride.
The mood on the Metro varies depending on the time of day. The early morning hours are quiet with office and service workers and their crinkling newspapers, sleepy dozing people, knitters (yes men and women), students, and children on the way to day care. Many like me are immersed in their hand held computers or smart phones.
As an executive with time on her hands, I handle email communication before I arrive at the office. I have planned and outlined proposals, drafted policy, reviewed documents for approval and completed innumerable other work related tasks. Blue Line time is always productive time.
Sometimes I happen to ride with one or another of my "Executive" commuter neighbors. I have recruited them both as Metro Blue Line riders. We usually chat awhile and then Bill handles the day's email or John reads the newspaper. They have not yet succumbed to my "Executive" Bike Commute campaign.Words with Friends" (I-Phone App) partner a couple of months ago while standing in the isle of a crowded train, and we have shared many cutthroat games since.
There are real characters on the train who appear every now and again. There are panhandlers, singers, people who sell gum and candy, a woman who can change her voice like a ventriloquist and sound like a little girl. I told one young man who was asking for money to buy breakfast that I didn't have any. After making the rounds he came back to me with two quarters saying that no one should travel without money. I tried to decline but he dropped the money into my lap.
The Metro Blue Line is a little different everyday. In fact no two days are ever the same. It is always an adventure and truly a "slice of life".