busocalypse. jackson heights. on Flickr.
When hearing that the weather was good and that buses were to be restored yesterday morning, I planned ahead. I got up super early and left the house over an hour and a half sooner than I usually do. Walked to 69th and Roosevelt to get the Q32. Every bus that passed by taunted us with “Next Bus Please.” I figured that it’s not terribly far to the beginning of the route, so I’d double back to the end. My boss said that I should stay safe, so I knew I wasn’t expected in, but I wanted to try anyway - at least as a dry run.
When I reached 74th Street and Roosevelt, the line was wrapped all the way around to 37th Drive. One man who witnessed all these people standing and waiting for a bus that wouldn’t come was in disbelief that a they didn’t consider walking to the bridge, which really isn’t too far.
For some reason, I was obsessed with seeing where the point was that I’d be able to get on the bus. I got all the way to 82nd and Northern (you’ll see that pic in another post) and seriously, it wasn’t worth it. If you didn’t need to be in the city yesterday, your best bet was to either walk over the bridge or stay home.
Doing this dry run seriously helped me plan out my commute for today, and gave me a good sense of what to expect.