This was originally posted on Facebook. Many thanks to Eric Hatch for letting Baltimore Fishbowl repost it!
Relying on public transit in Baltimore makes me feel like Don Quixote, Ignatius Reilly, and “Ratso” Rizzo all rolled into one. As a rare “choice” rider in this city—someone who could afford a car (albeit a crappy one) but chooses to walk and ride instead—I’m accustomed to ruling out activities in whole chunks of the city. I go out most nights, but this means allocating extra time in each trip for buses that never come, trains that creep at half the speed they could, and long walks to destinations that should have service but don’t.