One thing I will never figure out is the traffic patters that surround the city. I travel a reverse commute of 18 miles out of Somerville to the middle of no-where Concord. If I leave at 7:30am it takes me an hour to get 18 miles. If I wait ’till 8:20 to leave, it generally takes me 35 mins. Same route.
On my way home, if I leave at 3pm (although rare THAT early), I get home in a brisk 25 minutes. If I wait ’till 4:45, that same commute takes about 45 minutes. If I wait till 6, forget it. Ill be in traffic for a solid hour.
Remember, this is all a “reverse commute” when I am going out of the city in the mornings, and back in the evenings.
I have used Waze in the past to help me learn and avoid traffic patterns which worked well until everyone else caught on and they started diverting traffic in Arlington. Now that I’m using an Android phone, today I tried Google drive. I must say I am very impressed. Yes, I know Google owns Waze and pulls a good amount of its data from Waze reports, but when driving it will show you alternate routes along the way and the estimated time difference (2 minutes slower, 1 minute faster, etc.).
I really need a new clutch in my car, the city driving is killing it quicker.
Well I witnessed one of the most gruesome things in my life while getting my daily coffee.
I’ve included the article here: Accident @ Porter
I am still a bit shaken up after seeing a body split at the torso in two. I really don’t know how to react as I can still see the replay of the truck running over the cyclist 10 times in my head. There was so much carnage, it was something out of a video game. This is something no one should ever have to witness.
I foresee counseling and PTSD in my future…
I moved to Boston unofficially in September 2009, and officially January 2010. My best friend had moved here to attend UMass Boston in Dorchester. Since UMass Boston is a commuter school, the “dorms” we’ll call them for the sake of context, were the surrounding housing communities of Harbor Point, and the Penninsula. Although these were regular housing communities, they were also treated like college dorms.
I had already dropped out and was working for AT&T full-time and managed a transfer to one of the highest grossing stores in the northeast. This meant I was able to move in with my friend and do what any 21 year old does, party. Party we did. Being the fact I was one of the only ones at the time who could legally buy booze, we bought a lot. These are what I consider my “college years.”
The types of spontaneous parties that would happen were something I wasn’t used to in my ‘western mass’ life. It was the city, you could literally do anything at any time. It was a dream for someone like me who lived a party lifestyle. That lifestyle that got me in trouble at home was accepted here!
Almost seven years later, and I have mellowed out compared to what I was like when I fist moved here. Now I live in a nice house in Somerville (which reminds me of home, and its almost creepy) and have a decent career. It is amazing how much shit you need to learn before you mature. Yes, I used to be a classic disaster case, but I have grounded and moved on with life and enjoy where I am now.
The thought of moving back home has come up a few times, but I can’t imagine leaving Boston. I have adapted to the city and it has become a part of me. Yes, winters suck, and parking is even worse, but I still love it for some odd reason. It is a happy middle ground.
I just picked up one of my closest friends from Logan airport as he just got home from a month in Bangalore, India. I live exactly 5.8 miles to the airport. One might not think of time or toll constraints to make it just a mere 5 miles. In my short commute I encountered construction, an accident, and 2 speed traps (in areas where speeding is near impossible). There are 4 terminals; A,B,C, and E. E is all international arrivals. My friend texted me to let me know he’s waiting for me at the E terminal arrival area. I follow all the correct signs, pass a state cop who then waves me off. So how the fuck am I supposed to park to pick my friend up?
Turns out he though I was an Uber driver, which happen to not legally (don’t ask why) able to pick passengers up at Logan. It was 10:30pm, so I was not about to ask questions and just moved along to a cab stand, where they had no problem. Cabbies looked at me like I was stealing business, it was almost comical.
Logan is pretty easy to figure out, just don’t drive for Uber.
One thing we don’t deal with at home to nearly the same caliber here is traffic. I have an 18 mile REVERSE commute out of the city everyday and it can still take me anywhere between 45 minute to an hour. With apps such as Waze which help predict traffic patterns, the cities are catching on. I found a nice shortcut via Waze recently, only to have the Town of Arlington make one of the streets a ‘Do Not Enter Between 3pm-6pm’ just so you cant take that shortcut. I hate having to think of going places in time of commute and time of day, because a trip to the south shore at 5pm is probably almost triple the time it is to go at 8pm, yet it’s still only 15 miles.
My car is small, sporty, fast, easy to park, and fun to drive. If i am trying to make it anywhere between 3-6pm, I might as well drive an old Buick LeSabre and enjoy the comfort of watching red lights in front of me.