So I’m on the train recently, and excuse me for being a busybody, but the lady in front, who can’t be a day under 75, is a reading a breathless novel about Rebbekah melting into the muscular arms of Storm. And I think to myself, “gee, I love public transport sometimes”.

The other day, I get off the train at Sydney’s Macquarie Park station. Right outside the station, two motorists are having a fist shaking match in gridlocked traffic and I think to myself, “gee I love public transport sometimes”.
November 2009. I’m in Melbourne for the golf, and I take the train to Huntingdale Station, followed by a free connecting bus to Kingston Heath Golf Club. The bus breezes through a special lane, while Tiger Woods is stuck in traffic, and I think to myself, “gee I love public transport sometimes”.
Those, right there, are three really good reasons to love public transport. One, the slice of life, even if our iPods and iPhones effectively cordon us off into a world of our own. Two, no traffic stress. And three, a quicker ride, notwithstanding those notoriously slow routes, like Sydney’s painful 370 bus, which takes about 11 years to go six suburbs.
And I haven’t even mentioned the fourth obvious reason to love public transport, which is the indisputable environmental benefit.
Last year, I rode a bike to work about three days a week. As I choked back fumes waiting to cross the super busy Princes Highway, I’d count the cars containing only one person. Just the cars in the left lane, mind you. In the minute or so between red lights, I often counted 30.
You can’t tell me that every single one of those drivers were sales reps, or had jobs that required them to have cars at their disposal all day.
Obviously, there are massive, serious deficiencies in public transport in most Australian cities, which make it a totally unviable option for many people.
In Sydney, where I live, the deficiencies are partially caused by tricky geography. That old harbour looks nice, but it sure is expensive to build infrastructure around.
But here, as in most cities, shocking planning is just as big a contributor to the problem. In Sydney, as in Melbourne and elsewhere in Australia, public transport is overwhelmingly radial, which means it’s really easy to get to the CBD, but bloody difficult to make small and medium length cross town trips.
The other problem with radial transport is the further you are from the city (Sydney’s northwest, Melbourne’s northeast, anyone?), the further you’ll likely be from your local train station. If you’re driving 15 minutes to the park ‘n’ ride, you might as well just drive all the way into town, traffic or no traffic.
So yes, to say it again, there are many people for whom public transport is an unfeasible option.
The real problem is the people who don’t take public transport because they’re too lazy. I know a few spoilt Gen Y brats in that camp, but this is not a generational thing. Plenty of people of all ages won’t travel anywhere without their car because they simply can’t be bothered.
Then there are the self-important. Once a week I pop into Sky News, via the spotless Macquarie Park train station which is literally on its doorstep. The regular Joes in the Sky building use the train. But not once have I seen any of the gloriously talented, fabulously important people called journalists stoop so low as to enter the station.
Yes, public transport is far from perfect, even when it’s on your doorstep. Once last year, I inadvertently plonked my bag down in a pool of vomit in a train carriage on Sydney’s airport line. Presumably, the vomiter had just heard about the exorbitant $15 ticket price from the city to the airport.
Timetables can also be sketchy, although in Sydney, Cityrail now claims that only one in 25 trains runs late, and in my experience that’s about right.
But because of the many real and perceived deficiencies, the battle to get people onto public transport will likely remain unwinnable, especially while petrol costs less than two bucks a litre.
Even the slickest new transport infrastructure imaginable will only lure so many car addicts – a fact which doesn’t bode well for Sydney’s oft mooted (especially in election season) Epping to Parramatta rail link.
What’s needed is broad scale attitude change. News Ltd’s lightweight but good fun MX magazine (a free commuter arvo paper in Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane) has helped set a tone that makes all commuters think “well, we might as well have a good time ‘cos we’re all in this together”. Allow me to do my bit to change attitudes by sharing two stories.
Story one. When I worked at The Canberra Times, I took a daily bus out to work in Fyshwick. I soon befriended Graham Downie on the bus. Graham is a blind journalist and massive Geelong Cats fan. He’d join you in the front seat on a Monday morning and say “did you SEE those Cats on the weekend? So-and-so sprayed it out of bounds from right in front!”
Getting to know Graham really was a privelege, and he was great for a religious argument too. Yet I’d never have gotten to know him if I’d driven to work like all the card-carrying environmentalists in the news room.
Story two. I was in Beijing, doing some pre-Olympic reporting a year out from the games. I wanted to interview a Chinese athlete, any Chinese athlete, but protocol and red tape made it tough.
Long story short. I was taking the subway out to Beijing Sports University to interview anyone vaguely sporting, but I never got there because right there, in my actual train carriage, were two guys from the national judo team. I mean, what were the odds?
Here’s a picture of me with the “judokas”, as judo practitioners are known.

Here’s another pic of the big guy, Xiangjun Wei. He sent me this himself, possibly in a desperate plea for larger doors in his dormitory.

Miracles can happen on public transport. That’s reason number five to love it.
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