Memory

Since as long as I could remember, Translink has been my main transportation method to and fro school. The experiences that I have accumulated throughout the years have given me motivation to purchase a car and bid farewell to the devil machines.

The most vivid memory that I have about Translink was in fact not long ago; it was a hot sunny day during the summer of the year 2006. I was planning to head home after a long day of school; however, things weren’t as simple as I thought it would be. As I reached the bus loop up on SFU campus, many students were already lining up for the 145 Production Bus. In this situation, it usually means the bus will arrive soon; however, after standing outside in the burning hot sun for half an hour, I realized this was not the case. As the bus finally arrived forty minutes late and started to head down the mountain, the stench of fifty sweaty university students clouded the bus. Sweat dripping, shoulders aching, things just can’t get anymore worst, or so I thought. About half way down the mountain, we were notified that the bus had broken down and that help will arrive in about half an hour. For “safety” reasons, the bus driver did not allow us to leave the bus for fresh air and re-enter the bus; as if we would be more safe suffocating in the bus. Our choice was to either walk down the mountain or to stay in the sizzling hot bus. As any sane person would do, I chose to hike down the mountain.

The journey seemed like forever, but when I finally reached the skytrain station, not to mention that fact that I was already all covered in sweat, I realized that I still had to take transits for another hour to get home. It was definitely one of the worst days I ever had thanks to the reliability of Translink.