As a native Atlantan, I don’t mind Indianapolis. There are a lot of great things about it. For one, it’s the headquarters of Angie’s List. For two, Indianapolians live here. They’re friendly for the most part. Little-known fact: “Indianapolians” is the official nomenclature for Indianapolis residents. Please spread the word.
There’s one thing, however, I can’t praise this city for: public transportation — err, the lack thereof. In the Circle City, you have one option for public transit. It’s IndyGo, the bus system, which in my experience has been slow and doesn’t impress me. Of course, you can walk or ride a bike, but it gets below freezing here during the winter. That’s why so many Indianapolians have less than 10 toes (another fact for you to spread).
The most practical — and expensive — way to get around is by car. When my Ford Ranger broke down last week, so did my emotional and professional well-being. I missed work and had to walk to class. Then, because it was blistering hot, I lost all chances of making an A in statistics when I sweated on my professor.
Needless to say, I needed a mechanic who could fix my truck quickly. I brought it to Glendale Automotive, a highly rated company on the List, which had my truck ready the next day.
It’s truly amazing how many things can go wrong with a car. And it’s always a domino effect. In my case, the speed sensor went out, which affected my transmission, which affected my anti-lock brakes, which affected something I can’t pronounce (or write).
While it was in the shop, I decided I should have my front tires changed. They found discount tires for me and even called to make sure I wouldn’t mind that the lettering didn’t match my back tires.
Now, that’s service.
Mike you live less than one mile from campus and campus is less than one mile from Angie’s List — how hard can it be?
Josh, when you’re accosted by vagrants who want your “French fries” even though they’re actually an apple, you might be as upset about having to walk, too!
One word: segway