
Time. More than object desire and cargo capacity, I think time is what motivates our obsession with possessing our own vehicle. Precious time - a "non renewal" resource - and our ability to have some command over time) is what separates the wealthy from the not so wealthy and the impoverished. Command of one's time translates into self determination to a great extent (unless one spends hours a day stuck in that traffic on I-696!). Of course, this evaluation does not take into account all the other collective impacts - to environment, to public health, to urban form - and the collective resources devoted to mitigating those impacts.
Time has been on my mind as I contemplate how I will (can?) continue my "experiment" as my fall semester begins and teaching and other responsibilities will require me to be on campus at least 4 days a week. While I could keep biking and taking the bus, will time force me back into my former "motorized" lifestyle? Might I make it work with my new Zip Car membership (oh, forgot to tell you - thanks to Matt Rolling at Rock Financial, I am a member! My first Zip Car experience will be the topic of a future post!)? Commuting two days a week with a colleague who lives nearby? Hmmm....just how much resolve, energy, and time do I have to devote to this? The other day I once again rode the 23 Hamilton to Northland, then biked to campus. About 1 hour 45 minutes total for the trip up (bike from home to Rosa Parks (about 15 mins), bus to Northland (about 1 hour), bike to campus (about 30 mins). Later that day, my friends sent a text that happy hour was about to commence on the Campus Martius beach. Not for me - no fast way to make it back downtown. I stared at the sunny clear blue sky out my dungeon faculty office window and felt sorry for myself, then reminded myself of my own self imposed goals! When I finally did leave campus and biked down 10 mile to Southfield and onto Northland (always a busy scene, and a culture unto itself, above), I had missed the 23 Hamilton and had to take the 16 Dexter (much more of a "local" bus, making stops every few blocks). It took me almost 2 hours just to travel from Northland to downtown (complete with standing room only most of the way, no a.c., shouting fights, and a seatmate at one point - let's call him D.H. - who was quite bright and verbal, wanted to pursue college, but confessed he had spent 6 years in prison). Note that driving home from campus is 30 minutes, max. I thought of my friends and their cocktails on the beach. After biking home in the dark, I arrived exhausted, annoyed, questioning the value of my experiment (I had imagined generating much more dialogue through this blog!). Then I thought of D.H. He, and all my fellow bus riders, which helped remind me that I have a choice while many do not. If we are going to expand mass transportation options in our city and region, those of us with choice need to inspire those in power, to make equitable, beautiful and sustainable decisions and investments which serve all citizens! I hope that the time I have devoted to the 5x8 Project this summer has given me the experience and standing to become a better advocate for that future.