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Rating the Commute

You guys are awesome. Day 1 of Rate Your Commute rated 84 comments and a behind-the-wheel look at all sorts of commutes, including one from New England. I'm surprised and a little impressed with how many people do combo commutes. I've always figured that once you get in the car it's hard to get out of it, especially if it means taking a bus or a train for another hour. It was also fun to see how many people can make it to work in almost a mile-a-minute times before a certain hour, but if they leave .01 seconds later, as Lun a Tic noted, then their commute turns into something really awful.

My favorite post was this one, from driver guy:

"wheaton to tyson's corner; ratings:
morning is 45 cars out of a possible 55 cars
afternoon is 27 cars out of a possible 55 cars

the rating system is arbitrary, but you get the idea. in the afternoon, tyson's to anywhere north of tyson's is terrible traffic but i don't think it's too bad b/c i just listen to the radio. you can't realistically expect it to not be jammed."

It's such an oddball rating system that the only logical thing to do is adopt it as our own. So from heretofore forward, all drives will be rated on the 55 car scale. Since a Metro car can hold 193 people, we'll use that number to rate transit commutes. It'd be cool if people continue to let us know what their drives are like and to rate them on days when they're especially notable, whether good or bad.

My commute today was a lackluster 17 cars out of 55. The biggest bummer was that I had to drive on this gorgeous day because I had to take my golf clubs in to get new grips before vacation next week. The clubs are hand-me downs from my dad and my brother and I have been using them for about 15 years. The grips, such as you can actually grip them, haven't been changed since the 1980s and our hands have worn through many of them to the metal. (The guys at the store so made fun of me.) Either they're costing me several strokes a round or I really stink at golf, and we know it can't be the latter. So you see, I had no choice but to drive. And I hit every red light along the way. The highlight was that there was a parking spot right outside the store.

By Washington Post Editors  |  June 15, 2006; 11:25 AM ET
 
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