Your car; never leave home without it
The local newspaper made it pretty clear to the motorists in the region; it’s going to get worse before it get’s better, and you might want to look up the definition of “car pooling”.
For some reason, having nothing to do with common sense and everything to do with tunnel vision, people want their own car for the trip to the cubicle. Preparing for the mental torture of sitting in a confined space, I guess. And since hell should be kept private (so that you can have public outbursts of song), the car shall not be shared. Not with a neighbour, not with a co-worker, perhaps with an immediate family member.
Do the count. If everyone wants to be on the road at the same time, there’s a risk of congestion. Throw in some random construction projects in all parts of the metropolis, and the risk jumps to certainty. The journalists did the chronometry, and in Quebec, you’re going to spend the rush hour doing nothing of the sort. Prepare to creep.
Rapid transit is better, sort of. The cars block more than intersections. Bus lanes are “borrowed”, because just one driver won’t hurt things. Let fifty people wait so that you can sing in peace. It’s not vindictive, I swear, but when I see the police with a cohort of idiots pulled over at the top of my bus lane, I have to smile. And I have company.
Just for the record, I’ve been riding the bus for years. Oddly, I get to work on time, day after day. Those in the office that come with wheels; not so much. This is the start of mass transit week, and I invite you to ride with friends.
