Why the New El Cars Make Me Think of the Beatles

If you haven't had a chance to ride one of the new El cars, you're in for a real treat.  Okay, not really.  I would bet a large sum of money that NO ONE at the Chicago Transit Authority asked just how satisfied customers would be with these "improvements" before spending the millions to implement.  From a very high-level, in my "humble" opinion:

  • No, the new layout does not increase the number of riders you can squeeze in at rush hour
  • Yes, it IS significantly more uncomfortable to sit because you are now next to TWO people and the space is much less (i.e. you have to criss-cross your arms in front of each other to keep from overly touching your neighbor)
  • The people that are standing are now even MORE all up in your stuff than before because they need to seriously hover over you in order to hold on
  • The new lights and extra-sensitive movements from the "new wheels" make people nauseous - especially me

And this is where the Beatles come in.  I ride the red line from Monroe to Loyola, which is, let me count, 1, 2, 3, 4....a million stops away from each other. I had the blessed fortune of riding in a new car this evening.  It is now to the point where when I see the overly illuminated car signage that says "Howard" coming towards me, I cringe and debate if it's worth waiting for the next car.  By the time I got to Belmont, I had been sardined in my seat for about 6 or 7 stops, and the high-powered halogen lights were starting to bring on the nausea.  I was thinking to myself, "Something about the way this car is moving..." and I realized how similar that sounded to the first line of George Harrison's song "Something"....."something in the way she moves...."

 

.....Something in the way it moves....makes me feel like I might get sick.  Something in the way it moves me.  I just wanna leave it now, I'll get off at Belmont, ow.

Somehow on this car, I know, the lights are so bright that they hurt my head.  Something 'bout the style that annoys me.  I just wanna leave it now, I'll get off at Wilson, ow.

You're asking me if this car blows.  Oh for sho, yeah, for sho.  Just stick around, and I might blow.  My tummy, oooohhhh, I feel, ooohhhhh.......

 

So yeah.  Good luck with that, and keep some Tums on you.

 

 

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