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Here’s a good excerpt:

Today, I was on the Red Line towards Farragut North. I had a primo standing spot by the door. You know those spots where you can lean on the plexiglass? I love those. Anyways, after every stop, there was a noticeable brake odor. Burnt rubber. This isn’t unusual so everyone ignored it.

Until Woodley Park. When the doors opened there, my fellow passengers and I noted that our train was on fire. Our car filled with smoke and, naturally, everyone had to be evacuated out. And waiting for another train in a smoke-filled Woodley Park is no picnic. By the time trains get there, they’re almost always already packed to the gills.

Bonus: Now I smell like burnt rubber and have a headache from all the smoke inhalation.

And has anyone else noticed that the trains on the Red Line are coming five minutes apart again? Argh

“My Bostonian friend told me that people get stabbed and assaulted in T stations quite often, too. I told him here in DC, our public transport just runs people over.”

Learned about this blog VIA Express this morning on the way to work.

The above quote made my day.

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