This post is over a month late and I’m only writing it to procrastinate on all the reading I should be doing but here it goes anyway.
I spent the holidays in Miami! To be more specific I spent two weeks in wonderful sunny Miami, escaping the cold winds and the awful crowds that gather in Madrid’s city center.
Upon my arrival one of the things I wanted to do most was ride the bus, I know, I know, why would I torture myself in this way? Well I was thinking that some things might have changed and that time heals all wounds therefore maybe my time away would make me see MDT with fresh eyes. Well, it didn’t.
The first bus I rode was good ol’ number 51 because I needed to go Downtown. I went to the bus stop and it had not changed one bit.
This reminds me that there was a study in Minnesota about how the built environment around bus stops affects the waiting time perceived by riders; meaning that their study found that more polluted and trafficked environments increased the perceived waiting time of riders vs. their actual observed waiting time (look! just read the article HERE). Flagler is not the ideal street to wait for the bus because there are many cars passing by, honking, pollution; when it rains the cars splash you and on top of all that the bus stop I usually use is next to a gas station that smells 100% like clean energy. But I digress…
I waited about five minutes for the bus, the luck was on my side, and the moment the doors open to the bus I was greeted by the same faces that have been riding the bus for so many years. Specifically, there is a man that rides the number 11 and the number 51 bus everyday at all hours of the day. He is harmless and actually helpful most times. The man spends his time yelling out the next stop, indicating riders how to check-in correctly and yelling at the bus driver to open the back door (all this in English and Spanish, of course because bilingual town). Look, I love the man but the fact that he is doing the job that could be done by a voice over announcement and that he is not getting paid is simply insulting.
Freshly arrived from the buses of Madrid, a place where almost everyone rides public transportation, it was difficult not to notice how much I was standing out just because I didn’t look like I was having the life drained out of me by an exhausting underpaid job and MDT. I will admit that when I lived in Miami I chose to ride public transportation because I think it should be a viable alternative to cars but it was also clear to me that many people on buses don’t do it out of just choice but out of necessity.
And it is that point of public transportation as a necessity that I want to highlight. There is a hashtag (#SolveMIAtransit) going around social media started by The New Tropic and while it is useful for this discussion to become viral and to get people buzzing about the topic is it also as important or even more important to involve those already using MDT. The majority of these people are probably not connected through social media and many don’t even speak English. Sure it is much easier to just ask in social media and call it a day or only interview “movers and shakers” of the city but they won’t give you a full account of the realities of public transportation, neither will the viejitas on the bus but that does not mean they shouldn’t be included.
Moving forward the discussion around Miami transit should be more inclusive and encourage disenfranchised groups to participate in the process because they also have a stake in the future of Miami.
All that said I am now back in the quaint little town of Utrecht and I’ve been reunited with my bicycle and all the shitty weather the Netherlands has to offer.