That’s How I Roll

Every day, my driver waits on top of the hill in a 35-foot stretch vehicle worth as much as a Lamborghini Murcielago. Usually, Baby Gwen and I are alone on our 20 minute journey to the gym, but there’s seating for more than 20 people.

Sure, our chariot has no disco lights, surround sound or even plush leather seating. But with other college students piled in — huzzah! It’s a party.

While we burn through fuel at the rate of 3.2 miles per gallon, I feel environmentally pious — holier-than-thou even — when I ride. And the cost is either nothing, or less than a toasted bagel, depending on where I go.

So, as gas prices start edging back up, hop on the bus. Your tax dollars already pay for it, and maybe it will make our poor Gaia’s fever come down. Yeah, public transportation: That’s how I roll.