Category Archive: the commute

Technology and good planning

Prior to heading to Niagara-on-the-Lake I checked the directions on Google Maps. It said the journey would take only 2 hours or so. Fine, right? I gave myself about half an hour of buffer time just in case. When I got to my car I plugged my destination into Google Navigation on my phone. Accounting for traffic it told me that it would take 2 and a half hours. Lucky thing that I gave myself that buffer time. Around the Burlington area traffic slowed down to a crawl. I noticed that the estimate on my phone started creeping up. Instead of an ETA of 2:51 p.m. it increased to 3:12. I did manage to catch up a little bit once things cleared up, but still. Goes to show that technology is great but you still need to have some good planning in place.

Will provide some thoughts on the wedding tomorrow.

Liking the commute

I kind of like my commute home. Yes, it’s kind of long, though 25 minutes one way is rather average for Toronto according to this study. It’s certainly not as long as the commute others make to get from the city to a far-flung suburb. I don’t know how people put up with 1-2 hour commutes. My mom used to make that journey to a mid-town hospital from our suburban home day after day. I’ve accompanied her on that trip a few times. They were long, but since she went ridiculously early it wasn’t too stressful. Still, that’s a lost hour multiplied by 2. Nasty.

Back when I worked downtown, I took a subway and a streetcar in. Door to door took me about 50 minutes. Again, that’s about average for a trip via transit according to the article. How did I manage? Well, I slept a lot. My time on the train allowed me to take naps leaving me somewhat refreshed. Still, there were a few times where some train incidents caused some major headaches. Hard to not feel angry when you’re at the mercy of the system, right? At least with driving I have a bit more control over what route I can take.

Ah, so that brings me to today. The route I usually take is straightforward but slow. It may be be slow, but it’s also predictable. Yesterday I was slowed down a bit with construction blocking one lane causing everyone to have to squeeze together. Bad. So, today before I got to the construction zone I thought I’d take the Don Valley Parkway down. The DVP is notorious for bad traffic, but I figured that most traffic would be heading out of the city whereas I’d be heading in. Against the flow of traffic, right? Well, as soon as I got on it became apparent that it wasn’t the case. No matter how you cut it, rush hour is nasty on that route. It was stop and go most of the way home. My 25 minute commute ballooned to 50 minutes. I was going to go crazy. So, yeah, 25 minutes is not bad at all. I’m thankful I don’t have to go much farther. My time is valuable, and if I’m going to waste it I’m going to do so on my terms.

Travelling with a plan

One side effect of changing job locations is that I’ve switched from buying a monthly Metropass to relying on tokens for whenever I want to use the subway. In the end it’s just more cost-effective that way. While it saves me money, it also means that I don’t have as much freedom when it comes to travelling the system. I can’t just travel at will without spending tokens unnecessarily. No, I have to be more efficient. I guess in truth I can spend more tokens, but I have to consider that each one is worth about $2.50. I guess that sort of makes me a little bit of a tight wad. Doesn’t it? For short trips, I’m quite willing to walk it out.

Hey, so if money wasn’t an issue, I probably would still get a Metropass–really out of convenience. I wouldn’t have to worry about carrying tokens around. I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a supply on hand. Ah, but of course, money doesn’t flow freely. As such, I have to continue being smart about travelling.

New city, old memories

Visited Brampton yesterday to do some business. I haven’t been there in a few years, and I definitely haven’t been there in a way that exposed me to a lot of places that I was familiar with when I was growing up. I only really heard stories of how much the city has changed since I moved away from there. Every single story is true. New buildings have sprouted all over the place. There were moments where I had to drive deeper into neighbourhoods before I was struck to find the name of a familiar side street.

I left town in the evening. I was trying to navigate around based on landmarks that I had in my head. I got a sinking feeling when the house density started becoming sparser. To my surprise I was suddenly driving in farm land. Instead of driving east, I was heading due north. I wasn’t able to notice at all. Crazy. All of the images from my childhood are kind of shattered now. Probably for the best. I mean, that city has evolved, and so have I. There’s no need for attachment. I don’t know that place at all anymore.

Mired in the tunnel

Have you ever been stuck in a subway tunnel? Like, stuck for 45 minutes? What if the train loses power and is forced to run off a battery? That happened to me earlier tonight. No word of a lie. I was on the train and it was slowly pulling out of Broadview Station when it suddenly lurched to a stop. That’s not particularly uncommon. Trains stop between stations for various reasons all the time. After a few minutes though the power seemed to be cut. There was some minimal lighting in the cars, but it was obvious things were powered down. The usual hum of the ventilation systems was missing. Things were eerily quiet. I can’t even begin to describe what that was like. I mean, the subway has a certain sound and feel to it. Without all of the background white noise things just feel abnormal. Over the announcement system someone stated that there was a delay both ways at Broadview Station (no shit) due to unauthorized access at track level. The announcer followed it up by stating that they’d release more information as it became available. Basically some moron was wandering the tracks illegally. So, I totally understand why they had to power down the trains. Even though the person is a complete asshole, it’s not good to take the chance of nailing them with a train.

Now, even though the announcements were stating that they’d provide more info as it became available they didn’t give much info at all. Most of us were stuck there just waiting for things to run again. And really, I’m sure most people figured that things would be up and running quickly. From where I was sitting though I could hear the radio from the operator’s booth. I could hear what the fuss was about. Apparently a couple of idiots decided it would be a good idea to run across the train tracks on the Bloor Viaduct. I could hear Transit Control actually asking other train operators if they could see the idiots running. If there was any doubt as to how serious things were, after about 10 minutes we saw police officers marching down the length of the train. Later an undercover cop went through. Hardcore, I guess, but yeah they needed to apprehend this idiot.

The time dragged on. At thirty minutes there was an announcement that they were running shuttle buses from St. George to Woodbine Station. That wasn’t useful to those of us stuck in the tunnel. We were basically committed. Ay 40 minutes the power was restored, but there was still no movement. From what I could piece together, one of the trains ran out of battery power while waiting. Oops. At 50 minutes, we were finally told to evacuate the train as it was going out of service. We had to make our way to the last car and exit into the station. As it turns out, our train was only halfway out of the station when the power was cut. On the platform I waited another 10 minutes before a new train came in and service was restored.

I’m not angry at the people in charge. Yes, I’m frustrated at having to wait so long in a tunnel, but I understand the motives behind the actions. It must be tough having to deal with idiots like that. I eventually got to where I wanted to go, and hey, I got a story out of it, at least.

Slushy half

Early on in the week prior to this race I was looking at the forecast on a semi-daily basis just to get a feel for what conditions might be like on race day. I paid more attention to the temperature and not to the weather but it looks like that might have been a good idea. Then again, it’s not like I would have avoided the race due to bad conditions. I knew there would be snow, but I hoped it would be manageable. I figured that the roads would be cleared fairly quickly and that the one hour drive over to Burlington would be simple. Oops. As I drove down the Don Valley Parkway I saw multiple cars in ditches. There was one fresh collision that blocked the two left lanes. By the time I made it down to the Queen Elizabeth Way the roads were still bad, and they got worse once I cleared Toronto. At one point the car ahead of me had to slow down suddenly. The car spun out of control. Luckily I had enough distance to slow down enough, but man, the driver had no idea how to regain control and fishtailed like mad on the snowy roads. She’s lucky there wasn’t anyone in the right lanes; those lanes were covered in snow and no one wanted to use them at all. When I slowed down I don’t think the car behind me expected it and narrowly missed rear-ending me. Yeah, the drive in was a rough one. After all that though, I figured that the run wouldn’t be that bad at all.

How’d I do? Find the race report after the jump! Read the rest of this entry »

Points of failure

Due to routine, I have a good sense of where I need to be on the way up north in order to make it in on time for my coaching gig. I usually leave my place at a time such that I arrive 5-10 minutes before the clinic starts. Fine, right? I started up north and about one or two kilometres up I noticed a bit of traffic congestion. That was a bit of a ruh-roh moment but when I got to the major intersection I saw that the left-turn lane was blocked off so I figured that was the cause. I didn’t bother changing routes and kept heading up. Short story: that was a bad choice. The stretch between that major intersection and the next one doesn’t really have any bail out points. The way back south was just as clogged due to construction. So, basically I was committed. I called in to the store and told the person there that I’d be 5-10 minutes late. Things nudged forward little by little. Soon, it became apparent that I’d be even later. I had no idea what was up. When I finally got a look, I saw that the city closed off one lane due to construction, leaving one lane for all northbound traffic for a good stretch. It should not take 45 minutes to travel 1 kilometre. I could’ve walked faster than that. By the time I arrived to the store, I was 25 minute later. I was fortunate enough to have someone fill in for me and give the talk that I was scheduled to give, still…what a waste of time, eh?

Wild Pokemon, zombies, fireman poles

As seen in St. Andrew Subway Station.

You really need to watch out. The brain-eating is such a buzz-kill on the commute.

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