You know, when I read that a few years back I thought that was kind of harsh, but history shows that it’s right on the money.
You’re buddy Phil McNamara’s actually writing about the WRTA for an upcoming story in our local weekly and been collecting horror stories on his tape recorder.
Actually, I’ve been talking with lots of folks who have given up on the bus and have either took out a loan and bought a car, or took a job that they could walk to.
Bad bus service limits the whole economy.
If ya got anything to say about it, drop me a line at spaceguy3@charter.net

I have traveled the world using public transport and from my life back home in London, England it has always been a major part of my life. Not because I didn’t have a car or I’m a nervous driver. I, like most, enjoy a good time. For me, that involves drinking. As much as I can get, without vomiting. After all, a population of drunks and a land where no one gets cut-off has nurtured me. You are old enough to vote and to die in a war you don’t believe in, so its safe to say you should handle personal responsibility for getting drunk. Don’t go suing the bar for falling down after they had served you 10 pints. Just get public transport.

So, with my drinking habit in toe I have taken buses around central and south America, Indonesia, China and America and whilst sometimes they are not the most comfortable they get you to the pub. Worcester has a lot to learn.

I have though; found the Taxi service to be pretty good in Worcester. I call, they come. But Paxton is right on the mark, we need more taxi’s. I would like to share one ride I took not so long ago.

I was enjoying a great night out with my wife down at The Lucky Dog enjoying great local acts like the Steamy Bohemians amongst others. The night was drawing to a close so we called a cab. Amazingly, it arrived within 10 minutes and off we went. Before we knew it, the driver had taken a turn under a bridge where it was obvious that there was about 2 feet of water sitting. Rather than stopping, the driver decides in his infinite testosterone fuelled wisdom, that this was not a big enough obstacle. He proceeds to drive straight through this “little” puddle and as we approach the deepest section, the car stalls. Oh what a surprise. At this point, the water is sitting half way up the doors and the driver is trying desperately to start the car. Realizing his predicament, he calls for another cab to come and get us, good call. Then, I realize that I am going to get wet, sweet. What the hell, I’ve had a few beers and a great night, I’m still in a great mood and am all hyped up to carry my wife through 2 feet of water. I was going to be her hero.

Just as I am about to climb out of the car, the engine fires up, well, coughs and splutters. The car is moving through the water and we are all preying that we get to the other side. It takes a while but we make it and the driver has redeemed himself and miraculously saved his evenings work. We get home, just and I give him his fare for recovering from the most horrendous mistake you can make in a car. Good for you, and well done.

On reflection, I should have told him to sod off. Not because he made the initial mistake but because he had denied me the rare occurrence of being my wife’s hero.

Dear Taxi drivers, as Paxton has pointed out, you have it good. Don’t make life hard for yourselves, or for us drunken desperados that rely on you.

PS You owe me a hero’s moment.