I just got a message from expedia offering to help me plan hotel stays and car rentals while I'm travelling to Boston. here's my reply to their feedback address:
I appreciate the offer of help planning other aspects of my trip to Boston, but the situation is already well in hand.
I would like to comment that encouraging people to rent cars in Boston is likely to end in tears when uninformed visitors find out that only the criminally insane drive in that city. I think they would be far better served if you informed them about the excellent public transportation system and the proximity of recommended hotels to subway, trolley, and train stops. That way they'll have a more enjoyable experience, and live to travel via expedia again another day.
I think they would be far better served if you informed them about the excellent public transportation system and the proximity of recommended hotels to subway, trolley, and train stops.
The PTB have decided that they will close both North Station *and* I-93 for the duration of the Democratic convention this summer. It's gonna be ugly.
Hmm. Didn't the French Revolution and the following Reign of Terror flare up over similar burdens laid on the commoners?
"Let them drive the Big Dig!"
I KNOW.
Frelling Democrats... ;)
There was a huge blow-up here when Mitt Romney suggested that the Dems might want to move the convention from the Fleet Center (which is right downtown, and adjacent to I93 and North Station, making it an easy target) to the new Convention Center, which isn't quite so centrally located. He was not so politely told to butt out.
Boston, where it's legal to pass in the emergency lane; where people pass you on the right in your same lane; and where people sit at red lights with one foot on the accelerator and one foot on the brake. People who say Atlanta driving is scary have clearly never driven in Boston. Atlantans have mainly just have never gotten the hang of merging.
And we haven't even mentioned the physical reality of the streets themselves, which are so convoluted that taking a side street to flee the presence of any individual psychotic driver stands better than even odds of curving around and dumping you right back in front of them. My first trip there, I went through so many odd-geometry turns and blind alleys on my way to the Old North Church that I wouldn't have been surprised to arrive just in time to see Paul Revere completing his ride.
And Paul Revere would have been passing you on the right.
Having visited friends in Boston...I'm all BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It's funny 'cause it's true.
And we haven't even mentioned the physical reality of the streets themselves, which are so convoluted that taking a side street to flee the presence of any individual psychotic driver stands better than even odds of curving around and dumping you right back in front of them.
A story I've told before: The first time I met the Somervillains, Nutty asked me to give her a lift home, so we headed out. I'd rarely driven in Boston prior to that, and she wasn't all that familiar with driving through that part of town (Cambridge), either. Anyhow, at one point we wound up going the wrong way on a three lane main drag along the Charles (Soldier's Field Rd). Fortunately, it was late, and the oncoming traffic was stopped at a light, so I was able to make a quick u-turn.
