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Friday and Monday – Riders’ Choices


Friday, February 19, Vallejo 7:20 am

I choose the second car in line, a Honda van, rejecting the first car. I’ve ridden with that driver before and his driving is not so good. The lady driving today is doing a great job.  She’s wearing a black turtleneck and Friday jeans, clutching the ubiquitous silver and black metal coffee container.  Music is odd and discordant.  It’s a tape and sounds like the sound track for a sci-fi movie performed by an aboriginal tribe.  I’m in the back seat with the driver’s running shoes and her back pack.

My weekend is a short one – I came in to work on Saturday.  No car pools on Saturday so I opted to take BART, rather than drive and pay $24 to park in a lot.

Monday, February 22

Back on Monday through the thickest fog we’ve had yet.  I’m in the front seat of a Nissan sedan;  the other passenger is a tall 20-something guy who promptly goes to sleep.  I ask the driver about the big crack on his windshield, and he points to a spot where a rock hit the glass and the crack spread.  He theorizes that the cold weather contracted the glass and caused the crack.   The car is warm and comfortable.    The fog lightens and the traffic thickens as we near Richmond.  We’re moving along nicely in the carpool lane.

I ask the driver how he feels about the new toll that goes into effect July1 for carpool drivers.  Although he’s a regular driver he hasn’t paid much attention to the toll issue.  As long as he doesn’t have to stop at the toll plaza he’s okay with it.  I assure him that the carpool will be fast track (transponder) only.  He was also unaware that many riders are happy to contribute to the toll.

CAR ETIQUETTE

There seems to be a general consensus on car pool etiquette, that says ‘Drivers Rule’.  This means radio, heat, conversation, food, etc. are all at the discretion of the driver. Most of the time this works fine and I think the person handling the horrible job of driving on bay area freeways needs every perk he or she can get.

However – there have been a few instances where it has seemed unfair and even outrageous.  One bad radio experience  I had was in a 2 person pickup truck.  The driver had Rush Limbaugh on LOUD for the entire ride.  This was during the Bush administration.  My politics are about as far away from Limbaugh as you can get, and my blood pressure just kept going up as we rode along.  Finally, when we arrived at our destination, I told the driver how I felt – that to have a strongly politically biased station on in a shared ride is out of line.  He looked dumbfounded.

I’ve also had to endure long tapes of gospel sermons and loud rap music.  Educational, perhaps, but more than I like to take in at 7:30 in the morning on an hour-long ride.   And if you’ve been reading my postings, you know I’ve had many unhappy rides in  cold cars.

I’d like to hear from other car poolers about how they handle this.

Although we don’t do the driving, we do make it possible for the driver to use the advantages of the carpool lane.  In this ‘casual’ system, where it’s pretty much the luck of the draw,  we all still  have  choices – common sense behavior and courtesy for one thing, who we ride with and coming up soon, how we’ll deal with the toll issue.

Thursday, February 18 – Vicarious moments


Vallejo 7:20 AM

Many cars and no riders at all.  I hop into the front seat of a Subaru Forester SUV and off we go into incredibly heavy fog, which stays with us all the way into San Francisco.  As we take off our driver happily announces he’ll only be driving for another month – his job has re-located so he’ll be closer to home.  He is absolutely beaming and both I and the lady in the back seat congratulate him and relish a vicarious moment of joy.  Both of us, I’m sure, visualizing what it might be like to not commute nearly 90 miles round trip every day.

NPR radio keeps us entertained and informed as we make our way to work, a little more slowly today because of the fog.

I’m looking forward to more vicarious thrills tonight with the Winter Olympics.  Tonight’s program features what I like best,  figure skating .  It will be the men’s long program and I’ll be watching for my favorite U.S. skater, Johnny Weir, a flamboyant and quirky skater whose passion for skating always comes across even when the judges don’t care.

Friday light tomorrow.

February 17 – Definitions


Vallejo Carpool 7:15 am

Once again the journey begins through very heavy fog.  I’m in the back seat of a Jeep SUV; half of the seat has been folded down to extend the rear loading area of the Jeep.  But I’ve plenty of room.  The driver looks like a young family man, suited up and ready for work.  A child-crafted paper ornament hangs from the rear view mirror.  The passenger in the front seat is another young guy – tall, lanky with longish hair.  I urge him to scoot his seat back and stretch out his long legs.

It may be overdue to put in a definition here:  what is a ‘casual carpool’?  This is an informal arrangement between drivers and riders who share a common destination.  Both parties meet at pre-arranged pick up sites and all riders are dropped off at the same destination site.  There are 3 urban areas that have this system:  the Bay Area, Washington DC and Houston.  In DC and Houston, they call it ‘slugging’ rather than casual carpooling.

A friend in Kansas City who I told about this blog wrote me an anxious e-mail after reading a few entries.  “This is way too frightening and dangerous”, he said and suggested I and my husband buy a second car so that I would not ‘have to’ subject  myself to casual carpooling.  Thereby missing the entire point.

The advantages seem obvious to me:  it saves the driver the toll, it’s a free ride for the passengers, it puts us in a less crowded and faster moving lane of traffic, enabling us to get to our destination more quickly, and it’s one small way to participate in caring about the planet we live on.  When I get into a car, that’s one less auto on the road.

I checked out carpooling in Kansas City, and while they don’t appear to have a ‘casual’ or ‘slugging’ system in place, they do have a ride share program.   So the concept is there.

Casually carpooling has an added advantage of spontaneously being able to create a carpool, and enjoying the carpooling perks, without having to pre-register, pre-pay, or be in the same place at the same time every day.  It’s why I started doing it and stopped rushing to be at the ferry at 6:30 every morning.

Is it dangerous?  Being on the freeway is dangerous indeed.  Riding with strangers carries a traditional concept of danger, but we soon find out in this situation that there are no strangers.   We’re all in this together and the understood sharing of our ride, our 45 minutes in a car together before or after a day’s work offers a brief glimpse and a touch of each other’s lives (the child’s paper ornament, the radio station, and often a great conversation).

I look out the window again – we’re past the fog and it’s brilliantly sunny – and I look at car after car with only the driver.  No passengers.  This is what’s scary and  dangerous.

Tuesday, February 16 – Happy Mardi Gras


Vallejo Car Pool 7:15 AM

Gorgeous thick fog softens the harsh reality of the back to work after a 3 day holiday morning.  Many cars are lined up and I’m in the front seat of a giant BMW X5 Luxury SUV.  The very suburban driver is handsome in blue striped dress shirt business attire, sipping his coffee, wearing aviator style dark glasses.  KCBS Radio hums away.  Very heavy traffic, even for us carpoolers.  After we cross the Carquinez Bridge in dense fog, we emerge into a nearly sunny day and slow down.  I lean back against the comfortably high-backed seat and peer out the window.  I am surprised to see how many SUVs are still out here guzzling gas.  All of them I see (outside of our carpool lane) have only one person in the vehicle – the driver.

There’s a Honda Odyssey next to us, a GMC  hulk, with the driver on his cell phone, a Dodge Grand Caravan, there’s a Chevrolet Explorer, a Tahoe, a Suburban, and in front of us  Toyota RAV4.

Averaging about 20+  miles to the gallon, (if that), the BMW I’m in along with 2 other people can take credit for getting about 60+ mpg, compared to those single driver SUVs crawling along in the other lanes.

A lovely ride as we cross the bridge into a sunny San Francisco.  The driver very nicely lets me off right at my bus stop and rouses the sleepy passenger in the back seat.

Friday, February 12 Tigers & Valentines this weekend


Vallejo, 7:20 am

Light rain and, thankfully, plenty of cars.  I join a driver and another passenger in a lovely car I’ve been in before.  This is a KIA Amanti, a wide comfy, deliciously warm sedan.  Fake but tastefully done wood paneling on the dash.  An attractive African American woman is driving, wearing a brilliantly multi-colored blouse with a wrist full of bright beaded bracelets.  It’s Friday light on the freeway and we make good time going the speed limit all the way to the bridge.  It’s at the toll plaza where I always feel smug about being a casual carpooler.  All those cars backed up waiting for fast track or to pay the toll, even today, a light Friday. We whiz right by the 6 lanes of non-moving cars.

As we enter the bridge I ask the driver how she feels about paying a toll come July 1.  “I think the riders should pay the driver”, she says without a pause.  I agree with her, but add that I think the toll is not a good idea for the carpool program.   She and  the gentleman in the back seat enthusiastically agree.  They feel that many people who regularly drive will stop picking up passengers once the toll is in place. She thinks she will stop driving, maybe start taking BART.

We arrive at the Fremont Street drop off, and wish each other a good day, and  ‘Happy Valentine’s’.    The Chinese New Year of the Tiger begins on Sunday, April 14, so it’s a double holiday along with Valentine’s Day.  A triple holiday this weekend, with Monday being the holiday for Presidents’ Day.

No commuting for 3 days!  Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Tuesday, February 9


Vallejo 7:25 AM

Today I’m in the huge back seat of a very wide pick up truck.  As I walk up to the truck, the lady in the front passenger seat leans out the tinted window and signals me to go around to the other side.  I climb up into the rear seat behind the driver and see why.  There are 2 child seats anchored to the back seat.  No children there today, just coats and a briefcase.

Looks like Dad is driving, wearing a great hat with a feather tucked into the band, and the passenger in the front seat looks to be his teen-aged daughter.  She’s furiously texting into her I Phone and nodding her head to the rhythms she hears through her ear phones.  The car is very tidy, unusual for a car that transports small children.

Rain sprinkles on and off and traffic is S L O W  – even in the carpool lane.  KGO radio has a long section about the Toyota recall.

On the wide armrest between the two front seat passengers sits a slim cellophane package of the small Hostess donuts.  As we approach Berkley, the daughter opens them up and she and her Dad eat several.  It’s 8 AM and we’re rounding the the corner onto the Bay Bridge approach.  A stunning view of the City across the water.  The sun is shining through the fog and rain, spotlighting the Marin hills.  The daughter loves the view too, and as we crawl across the bridge, she rolls down her window and starts snapping photos with her I Phone.  She’s loving the view and laughing as she clicks one photo after the other.

Traffic picks up as we pass a stalled car in the right hand lane (THAT’S why we were moving so slowly) and we roll into the City.

Monday February 8 What about them Saints!!


Vallejo Monday morning 7:20

A short chilly wait.  My ride is an aging Mercedes Sedan driven by a double for John Candy in a leather jacket. His hair is longish, but neatly slicked back.   His friend in the front seat, an African American, is wearing a jaunty tweed cap – he’s a big guy too, but not as big.  He’s leaning his smooth brown arm against the window and I see a silver link bracelet on his wrist.  It’s a beautiful bracelet and I love it.  These guys are serious, intense and although sinister is too strong a word, there’s something a little ‘dark’ about them.  Like they’re professional jewel thieves or bank robbers.  Ocean’s 11 comes to mind.   They’re perfunctorily polite to me, then go back to their conversation.

I sink into the luxury of the old Mercedes back seat.  There’s a couple of cardboard boxes on the seat, a fake leather briefcase and a leather vest.

Traffic is heavy but moving, and we in the carpool lane are moving even faster.

Friday February 5


Vallejo 7:25 AM

One of the down sides of casual carpooling can be the uncertainty of who you share your ride with. (It can also be one of the more interesting and pleasant aspects of this experience.) Most of the time – almost all of the time – there’s no problem. As I’ve said before, there’s a kind of comaraderie in this situation and everyone tries to make it as good as they can. But once in awhile . . . . like today for example.

I crawl into the back seat of a 2-door BMW. The couple in the front seat appear to be together. Once we hit the freeway, I begin to feel uneasy. The driver revs it up to 80 mph, working the manual transmission, tailgates whenever he comes up on anyone daring to only do the speed limit of 65, and goes even faster to pass cars in front of us. From my seat I can easily read the speedometer. Finally I stop looking at it. I can’t hear the bits of conversation between the couple, but I gather, from the driver’s gestures at other cars and his general tone, that he’s commenting and critiquing other cars on the freeway, especially other BMWs we pass.

This car is who this guy is and in a scary sort of way. I don’t like him and I don’t like his car. Finally he’s forced to slow down once we hit the heavy traffic near Berkeley, and I relax a bit.

We arrive in San Francisco at 7:55. Phew. A bad ride.

February 4 Thursday


Vallejo 7:20 AM

I settle into a warm comfy Honda Insight Hybrid sedan.  Wonderful radio all the way in – it’s Sirius, and there’s a great discussion about the ‘Don’t Ask Don’t Tell’  issue on Oprah Radio.  The sky is gray with clouds gathering for the predicted afternoon/evening storm.  Yellow mustard is beginning to bloom along the freeway and the pink and white blossoms of the wild plum trees have started opening up all over the landscape.  The gray palette of winter is slowing moving toward spring.

Traffic is heavy, but moving, and it’s a great day to be in the carpool lane.

Tuesday & Wednesday, February 2 & 3: A view from both seats


Vallejo Carpool

On Tuesday I drove – I haven’t done that in awhile.  A friend needed a ride for an early morning medical appointment at UCSF, and  we stopped to pick up our third passenger at the carpool line.    Before we left I tidied up the car, filled the tank with gas, cleaned off the windows.  My friend was too tired and apprehensive to carry on a conversation, and the rider in the back seat quickly fell sound asleep, so my drive was a quiet one.  Traffic was fairly light and we made good time.   I felt more tired than usual as I walked into work – negotiating the 80 freeway commute is tense work.  No napping, reading, or leisurely looking out the window when you’re the driver.

Coming back home that evening, I picked up two passengers at the Beale Street line, and again was lucky to be in relatively light traffic.  The problem with that is with fewer cars on the freeway, people like to go faster, and many people think the car pool lane is the speedball lane, so although I was doing 65 – 70, I had several impatient tailgaters come up behind me.  My riders both fell asleep, and as I drove along I thought how trusting people are.  I could be Mad Max at the wheel for all they know.  I felt a deep sense of responsibility and a shiver of fear.  I’m not Mad Max, but I’m just a carpooler myself.  I have no invisible shield of protection out there on that freeway.  These two ladies trusted me and the system to get them home safely, and that’s what we did.

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 3, Vallejo 7:25 AM

I’m a rider again today – in the back seat of a TOYOTA HIGHLANDER!  One of the killer cars!   Maybe this is why the driver is driving in such a chaotic way – she ‘s hesitant and uncertain, impulsively stomps on the gas from time to time.  Get focused, lady!  Her rosary hangs from the rear view mirror and I hope that whatever powers it has will deliver us safely to the City.  Sitting next to me, inexplicably, on the back seat, is a very tiny blue,  plastic dog – about an inch tall.  It falls over from time to time as we swerve along, and I prop it back up.  Every few miles the driver opens her window, which shoots lots of cold air into the back seat.  I think she’s having a tough time with the ride today.  After making this drive myself yesterday – twice – I don’t know how drivers can do this day after day.  It’s nerve frazzling and a stressful way to start out and end a work day.

The casual carpooling experience creates an unexpected sort of bonding between all of us participants.  We rely on each other for our daily journeys, trusting each other and our fellow commuters to reach our destinations.  Thank you to all of you.