I didn’t realize how attached I was to my car until this weekend.
Long story short: I got three tickets. One for not having the current insurance card in the car. The second for having an expired safety check. And the third for not having had the car registered.
The total damage: close to $300.
Here’s my excuse: I don’t have the insurance card on me, which means I can’t get a safety check, which means I can’t get the car registered.
I realize it’s still my fault. I should have called for another insurance card — but didn’t. And I waited a few months before even calling my mechanic about scheduling an appointment to get a safety check. (He’s been on vacation, which didn’t help.)
And now I’m car-less.
Yes, I can still drive the car, though not legally. And the officer informed me that they have the right to tow car without current safety check and/or registration. So if I’m caught on the road again without having updated all that information — and I got busted just a block from my house — I might get my car impounded.
That was enough to scare me into public transportation.
I didn’t have a car until college, so I lived on the city bus. It’s how I got around all through high school and even the first couple of years at the University of Hawaii at Manoa. We used to even catch the Circle Island bus to the North Shore — just for fun.
Unless I was lucky enough to score a ride from someone — usually my boyfriend or mom — I either walked or rode the bus. So I’m no stranger to Hawaii’s public transportation.
But I’ll be honest, it’s been awhile.
I looked online for the bus schedule and routes and figured out I needed to catch the No. 23 on Kalanianaole Highway to get to Waikiki, where I had an appointment.
So I walked to the bus stop — only two buses stop there — and waited. I was about six minutes early for the 7:26 a.m. bus.
Which never showed up.
So I waited for the 7:51 a.m. bus.
As soon as I saw it round the corner, I started putting my Kindle away to get up. But the bus just drove right past, didn’t even wait or slow down. And it wasn’t empty, either.
Annoyed, I looked up the time for the next bus. I had to wait another 10 minutes. By this point, I had been sitting at the bus stop — with cars and trucks zooming by me on the busy Kalanianaole Highway during rush hour — for nearly an hour. Kinda ridiculous.
Finally, at about 8:09 a.m., another No. 23 came by. This time I knew to be ready — standing with my $2.50 in my hand. He stopped, I got in, I found a seat, and I was off.
It didn’t take more than 20 minutes to get to Waikiki. I can’t complain about that.
I have no problem with public transportation being that 1) it’s on time and 2) it actually stops to let you get on.
That was my first day on the bus. Can’t imagine what it will be like tomorrow.