I live in Brooklyn, which means that I take the subway nearly every single day. In the warmer months, I commute to work by bicycle but for all the rainy, snowy, cold days (which is a majority of the year in the Northeast) I take the train. And the F train is my train.
To be honest, I don’t have many good things to say about the F train. It takes me 10 minutes to walk to the Carroll Street stop, which isn’t all that convenient. In the summer the line is almost always delayed due to extreme heat and electrical failures. The rest of the year it is the victim of major construction and shuts down a lot on the weekends, leaving me stranded. And, every year, when the New York Post grades the MTA, the F train…gets an F.
But, the F is my train. I don’t have a car and my bicycle can only get me so far. I’ve read a lot of books on the F train. On days when we sit in the station for 45 minutes and the MTA forgets to announce that they’re suspending the line, I get 45 extra minutes to read. And that’s 45 extra minutes I don’t have to be at work!
So thank you F train. You may not be the fastest. You may not be the most reliable. But you’re mine.