MBTA is the #3 Regional Transit provider in…pause for effect…the country.


This one’s a surprise: Boston–and by extension, its pride and joy of a transit system–was ranked the third best US city for public transportation by Walk Score.

To assemble the ranking, Walk Score calculated the Transit Score of 316 cities and nearly 7,000 neighborhoods. Boston scored a 75, falling behind New York (81) and San Francisco (80.)

Transit Scores were based on the average resident’s access to public transit in the city, using a population-weighted methodology. Only cities with more than 500,000 people were included in the top list.

Walk Score said the ranking favored Northeast cities “with established subway systems.”

As I pick myself up off the floor, I’m realizing I’m going to have to totally recalibrate my expectations for service as a frequent flyer on the purple and orange trains. Here I was this whole time thinking “Overall Experience” was the sum of reliability, comfort, and safety. Turns out that as long as your text messaging operator doesn’t try to takeout an inbound Amtrak train, or your conductor doesn’t fatally stab someone with their hole’punchah for not buying their ticket at the station, you should consider yourself serviced. #3 overall level serviced.

Take the T late night? Meh, I’ll walk.

BOSTON (AP) — Late night service is returning to the MBTA.

The governor announced Monday that the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority will run all subway trains and the 15 most popular bus routes until 3 a.m. on Saturday and Sunday. The one-year pilot program will begin in March or April. If it is successful, it will be extended.

Gov. Deval Patrick tells The Boston Globe (http://b.globe.com/1g28zEl ) the service will be financed with $20 million in state money as well as corporate sponsorships.

The T currently ends service at 1 a.m., much to the chagrin of people who point out that bars and restaurants close at 2 a.m.

You couldn’t pay me to take the T, post last-call in Boston. I don’t do it after Red Sox games and I sure as shit won’t be riding the rails with the discards of Sissy K’s and Jose Mac’s. No thanks. Boston between the hours of 1 and 3am is no-mans land. I’ll take the Swahili phone shouting matches and the absorbent cab fare over Charlie and his sucker punching friends any day of the week. Screw it, I’d rather flat rate one of those horse drawn buggies in February than take the T.