It started with a brilliant trip down the bustling streets of Draper
|Observe the bustle!|
and a distressing junction with a certain freeway that I thought I had bid farewell to forever.
|Observe the lack of hustle|
I earnestly worried for the mental health of the people who do this to themselves every day.
The current 811 is much faster than any previous version. Seems a shame it was only for eleven people.
Eventually we got to the Transit Center in Orem, after which the bus looked like this:
|Your eyes do not deceive you.|
Honestly, if this is what the 811 has become, it's probably okay it doesn't run more service. Though it does feel a little odd that it's the only bus going past the temple now. Somehow I get the feeling that this situation won't be permanent; heaven knows the buses have already changed around many times in Utah County. All in all, it wasn't an unpleasant experience; just a strange relic of the bustling 811 I used to know.
Of course I took FrontRunner home.