I hope your unspicy artisanal burrito was worth it. I stored riding, telling myself I’d get off at a superb spot. Positive, no public transportation is without its complaints (save for Japan, a beacon of cooperative effectivity) however it’s utterly disgraceful
place for fucking an area that’s as populated like SF to have such dangerous infrastructure. The bizarre and utterly perplexing factor about it all is that people really pay a premium for this privilege.
