No, I have not been murdered on the public transportation

Lindi and I joined a new gym. One of the staffers there, seeing my bike attire, asked me about my biking. She said she wished she could bike but she lived in Gresham. I of course immediately became enthusiastic and said No problem, hey, I commute to Gresham for my job, you and I are doing the exact same commute in opposite directions, and I can show you how to do it! I just ride to the MAX, it’s easy! She withdrew her neck down into her shoulders and said, “I’m scared of the MAX.”

OK, public announcement:
THAT IS RIDICULOUS!
I’ve been doing it for six months now and I haven’t been murdered yet. Would everybody PLEASE remember that “the news” only reports on bad things?

I feel partly responsible for contributing to that public attitude. Me and my stories. I know I’ve mentioned a few unsavory characters. But I’ve forgotten to include all the perfectly normal people who ride it – such as myself. OK, so no more bad news stories. From now on I’m only going to report on the well-behaved people who sit reading a book till it’s time to get off.

That’s goina be my new angle – tra-la-la, look at all the happy people! – as soon as I finish telling you about the three arrests I’ve seen in the last week, the robbery I foiled, and the lovely man who urinated Lake Superior in my path to the bike elevator.