Quotes About Commute

In London, I take the Tube everywhere.

I love reading other people's papers on the Tube.

When I'm in London I always travel by public transport - I catch the Tube and the Heathrow Express.

With the Tube, it just needs more investment. Maybe lengthening some of the platforms to get more carriages in, things like that. It just needs more investment put into it.

I'm usually the person laughing to myself on the tube.

I can still jump on the Tube. I don't want that to change.

The fastest way to get around the southern Chinese city of Foshan is on the back of a motorcycle-for-hire.

We went up the Harbor freeway north and then we cut onto the San Diego freeway north. I hated the San Diego freeway. It always jammed. Then I noticed a slight rain beginning to fall. That's it, I said, it's beginning to rain. All the cars were going to stop. California drivers didn't know how to drive in the rain.

FALLIERE WAS TWENTY-EIGHT, with the dark, Gallic looks of someone who seemed like he'd be more at home DJing trance music in an underground Paris nightclub than poring over reams of printed computer code during a commute on the Métro. In reality, he was fairly shy and reserved, and sifting through dense computer code was in fact a much bigger draw to him than spending sweaty nights in a throbbing club.

Every year it takes less time to fly across the Atlantic, and more time to drive to the office.

Why do they call it rush hour when it lasts days and nobody can rush anywhere?

I can remember earning £5,000 a game playing for Hibs at the end of the Seventies. They let me commute from London, train on the Friday and play on Saturday. That lasted until my friends at the Inland Revenue decided to take two-thirds. That wasn't very entertaining for me.

It's typical for people living in nonurban areas to drive 100 miles to go to work, to the grocery store or to the doctor.

Nothing affects people's lives who go in and out of New York more than their commute. It is unavoidable, and it must be done every day.

I lived at home and I cycled every morning to the railway station to travel by train to Johannesburg followed by a walk to the University, carrying sandwiches for my lunch and returning in the evening the same way.

Most of my grudges are road-based. Parking and speeding fines.

Get the bicycles.

I had to ride my bike to and from their god damn plant way up north in the high-chemical crime district, and reachable only by riding on the shoulder of some major freeways. I could feel the years ticking off my life expectancy as the mile markers struggled by.

Occasionally a red taxi or Mercedes-Benz would squeeze by along the iron fence and burst free, the driver holding down the horn button so furiously that he might detonate the air bag.

I spent a disproportionate amount of my time in a car in L.A. I'm 35 years old. If you add up the hours spent in cars, it would be years.

The intention that naturally exists: 'My intention is to get done with this commute.' So I've just doomed myself to an hour of discomfort, because my intention will not be met until I get out of the car.

Bryant lurched away from the kerb and out into the traffic without bothering to look or signal. He'd come to anticipate the chorus of horns greeting his entry into the traffic stream, rather as bugles announced the arrival of Caesar.

Portland, Oregon won't build a mile of road without a mile of bike path. You can commute there, even with that weather, all the time.

Why did the programmer cross the road? To get coffee — why else would one be outside?