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  • Waiting for a ride

January 14 – Soft Focus


Vallejo 7:25 a.m.  I get in the front seat of a 1997 Mercedes Sedan.  A lovely car, and we take off into really amazing layers of fog.  Scary driving but beautiful to look at.  The rough edges of our No Cal winter landscape are in soft focus – transformed into a breathtaking Japanese watercolor.  KCBS Radio keeps us on top of weather and traffic every few minutes, and more news on Haiti’s earthquake is not good.

We commute in and out of the sun, through Berkeley and round the corner onto the Bay Bridge back into dense heavy fog.  The bridge has vanished and we slip into a soft grey space of twinkling red brake lights.   Crossing the bridge, the familiar point of the TransAmerica Pyramid pops out of the fog into the sunlight, the soft focus of the early morning ends and our long-silent driver suddenly begins to rail against the proposed bridge toll for commuters.

I vigorously join in the discussion and we agree it is an unfair toll, that will essentially penalize a most progressive, ingenious system that has made  bay area commuting less torturous, hazardous and less polluting for all concerned.  The driver resents the enforced fast trak account he would have to open to participate.  Sounds like we’re going to lose a driver come July.

We arrive at the drop off corner and step into a sunny San Francisco morning.    This is a great system and I worry about the consequences of the  proposed toll for us casual carpool commuters.

The Bridge Toll Authority makes its final decision on January 27.  Let’s hope the fog lifts on their cloudy thinking as they try to resolve their budget.

January 13 – Unsettling thoughts


Vallejo 7:20 a.m.  I pass on the 2-door BMW convertible this morning, and get in the back comfy seat of a big roomy gas guzzling Nissan Pathfinder suv.  Lovely morning here, green rolling hills, air fresh from last night’s showers, traffic moving nicely.

Not so lovely 3,000 miles away in Port au Prince.  After watching CNN’s coverage early this morning of yesterday’s  devastating 7.0 quake in Haiti, I feel uneasy about the series of smaller quakes we’ve been experiencing here in No Cal this last week.  And today Governor Schwarzenegger declared a State of Emergency for Humboldt County, following Saturday’s 6.5 shake.

As we come up on the Bay Bridge, I can’t help but think about the 1989 Loma Prieta Quake and that haunting photo of the car hanging over the broken bridge.   The 104th anniversary of the Big 1906 Shake is coming up in a few months.   I don’t feel quite so secure or comfy in this cozy ride.

January 12


7:15 a.m. leaving Vallejo in a very comfortable Scion (one of those odd box-like looking cars).  Truly comfy and roomy.  Mellow and alert driver.  KBLX on radio, then later NPR.  Hey, it’s warm (er) today!  Wet, but warmer.

All well until we encounter a suicide driver.  He tailgates us as close as you can get and still not touch, no headlights on, then darts around us and cuts back in front of us, barely missing our car.  Our driver is shaken and wants to call whoever you call to report crazy drivers, but gives it up.  As we go over the freeway on the carpool overpass this same nutcake comes up ALONGSIDE us in the emergency lane.  Oh yeah, and there’s only 2 people in the car (3 required for carpool lane).

Stuff that keeps you awake on a long commute.

January 11 – Monday morning


Some casual carpoolers

Bad ride today.  Tiny car with a hapless passenger squeezed in the back seat.  I get in front next to a driver who looks like he’s 12 years old.  No one returns my good morning greeting.  It’s about 30 degrees outside with the wind-chill factor, and I realize too late there is no heat in this wretched car.  I should have gotten out when I had the chance.  I’m thankful that traffic is fairly heavy – it keeps the driver down to a safe speed.  This is not a happy way to start the week.

TGIF January 8


Brief and bitterly cold wait.  About 10 of us in the line had a little “freezing our asses off in the cold wind” bonding moment.  Complaining and laughing about the miserable weather.  I’m snug in the back seat of an older 2-door BMW.  No radio.  No talk.  Both traffic and fog thin out as we speed closer to San Francisco in the Friday light traffic.

A lone white egret stands on a rock in the shallow water near the new Bay Bridge construction, gravely regarding the passing motor madness.

January 7


A short wait this morning and my ride is a big lovely Ford truck.  This is a 2-door with a rear seat – I’m in the front, and scooch my seat forward a bit for the fellow in the rear.  We drive across the Carquinez  Bridge into dense fog.  The driver thanks us for riding with him and I thank him for the ride.  We’re listening to NPR.

As we pass Emeryville and take the carpool lane overpass, I see a flock of winter geese resting in the still water pools below (part of the East shore park).  May be the flock who flew over our house last night, honking and flapping, on their migration south.

January 6, 2010


Cars lined up and waiting!  Impulsively, I hop into the first one – a BMW 2 seater convertible.  NOT my typical choice.  I always opt for a large, safe vehicle that has a better chance of freeway survival.   I give a quick glance at the driver as I slide in and am reassured this is a mature, sensible guy who will not kill us.

First thing he says is – “I mis-read you – I was sure you weren’t going to get in my car.”  I laughed and admitted I don’t usually ride in a small car.  He agreed it is riskier.

But what a lovely car!  And warmed seats – yum.  A great ride.

We had a good discussion about the proposed toll for car poolers. (http://articles.sfgate.com/2009-12-10/news/17182378_1_toll-bridges-golden-gate-bridge-toll-increase). He seemed resigned to it, but felt it was fair for riders to chip in $1.

I agree with that, should it come to pass,  but disagree with the toll.

Here’s a great efficient system that the citizens have created, with no help from our representatives or local agencies, and it’s been working beautifully for over 30 years.  It’s helped commuters get to work (and on time),  keep their jobs, pay their taxes, and gets more cars off the road.  And now the  Bay Area Toll Authority is going to tamper with this by charging a toll and, I fear, will undo this remarkable and ingenious system.

The final vote is on January 27 – let them know how you feel:  tolls@mtc.ca.gov

January 5


So foggy at 7:30 a.m. visibility is practically zero.  Icy cold and windy in the carpool line.  We shiver and wait.  My ride is a big, comfortable Saturn Aura.  The back seat, where I gratefully collapse, is sprinkled with silver glitter – some previous riding adventure.  Driver is large and gorgeous and keeps the heater turned up!  Off we go slipping into the fog.

January 4, 2010 – first day back


It’s 7:30 A.M. and I’m late, late.  It’s a cold windy morning with a line up of riders and not a ride in sight.  We all huddle and wait.  It’s hard to go back after the holiday break.  I move to the head of the line and turn down the ride – it’s a 2 seater BMW convertible.  I’m not ready for a race down the 80 freeway, and usually the small hot cars drive like they are. I pass the ride on to the lady behind me who happily takes it.

Here comes my ride  – a big older 4 door sedan.  I’m in the back seat and off we go.  Nice easy ride, but I could have used more heat.  Unbelievably, very light traffic (at 6 AM Channel 4 said the traffic was heavy).  I think I’ll be on time.