The clue is the 3. On a metro line, a 3 typically represents a commuter route.
Now don't get confused. They break all their rules all the time like when they run the 358 and call it an express because it doesn't stop but twice between this and that or whatever. It's da govament, they don't give no $hits about you internets uzerz, lolcatz.
Okay.
So check it: my beloved Three-One-Six is not to be confused with it's daily local runner the 16. It follows nearly the same route up north, but once it gets down to 65th, it parts ways with the 16 and heads up to the freeway at the park and ride.
This is only semi-convenient as at this point, the bus is standing room only, and it is getting to be pretty damn tight. 99% of the time - and I've ridden this ride for a year and a half - this route is filled with sleepy commuters running their baggy eyes into the heart of the beast like the rest of us. Selling our souls for another five minutes of lust fulfilled. But I digress.
Occasionally the 316 will have a talker who had a little too much coffee, but this is rare. Especially on the earlier runs. Catch the last run and you get the late-comers, the typical snots who still haven't been able to give up their damned $tarsucks. Hello! - ever hear of a French press? It's the only way to truly savor the rich abundance of body and texture held locked away like secret jewels in a cave inside those toasty beans. Pigs. But again, I have found myself astray on a tangent. I should not be doing this at 11:30pm. I should be unconscious.
Anyway, ride the 316, and if you do, say hi to the dog who usually sits in the back. read more
