My GO Transit trip ended 11 minutes behind schedule this morning.
It was the fourth time in the past nine trips that GO fell short of expectations.
So it was with giddiness and glee that I accepted the keys to the Accent this afternoon.
No more GO for me. No sir. I was gonna ride home in style, in comfort and on time.
I slipped behind the wheel at 4:40 p.m. and pulled away from One Yonge knowing that rush-hour traffic awaited me on the DVP. No matter. Yeah, it was gonna take me a little longer, but how bad could it possibly be?
Turns out it was stop and go. Mostly stop.
At 5:20, I was still on the DVP, inching my way to the 401. Frustrated, I began to curse the car, blaming it for my predicament.
After all, had I taken the 4:53 express train east to Oshawa, I would now be a mere 3 minutes from arrival in Ajax.
At 5:37, I was moving slowly along the highway just past Brimley. The GO Train was pulling into the Oshawa station, my destination.
Gawd, how I hate this car.
The Accent and I were not off to a good start. On the plus side, I did notice through all my bumper-to-bumper driving that shifting gears — and I shifted ‘em a lot, mostly the low ones — was a smooth, seamless process.
Additionally, the snappy, compact vehicle was more than game when it came to darting from lane to lane in a stupid attempt to get that extra inch ahead of the pack.
And when I finally drove past the Oshawa GO station on the way to Newcastle at 6:05 p.m. — 28 minutes after the train’s arrival — I did note that it was raining hard. The walk to my car would’ve been nasty. Instead, I was high and dry.
Hate is such a harsh word. Maybe, after a sound night’s sleep, the Accent and I will try again.
After all, it’s not as if GO has captured my heart.