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Friday, March 1, 2019

Nine years later and my, how things have changed

It's hard to be a blog in today's Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat world. As most of you know, I live and breathe on Twitter, and have been for a while.

Every so often I roll on here and post the odd thing or two. The rest of 2019 looks to be a rough go for me. On Feb 22, my mom and sister (who is cognitively delayed) were in a catastrophic head-on crash just outside of Fonthill, Ontario.

This was a devastating collision with no real answer to the cause. My mother sustained life-threatening injuries and Jen was admitted in critical condition. Although it's only been six days, it feels like sixty.

My mother's car did what it was designed to do. It was destroyed but it saved her life and the life of my sister. Unfortunately, a body in motion remains in motion and my mother's internal injuries were massive. She lost a lot of blood, was transported to a trauma centre in Hamilton, operated on and put into a medically-induced coma. Today was the first day where she's breathing on her own and awakens on her own. She is not out of danger just yet, but she's in the best place she could possibly be to have these complications taken care of.

Jen experienced severe trauma to her body and although not life-threatening, her injuries are extensive enough that she can expect to be in the hospital for at least three months. Coupled with her mental delay and her inability to comprehend the magnitude of my mother's injuries and the crash itself, this whole ordeal has been immensely stressful and challenging for her.

I'm un-tethered. The best way to describe  how I feel is like untangling knots. I get through one only to be faced with another.

I know, it's almost March... I've done very little blogging but it's truly the year of the Park and Ride

Stop and GO – Courtice park and ride gets high marks from local transit blogger

We asked for your feedback on the new GO Transit park and ride lot in Courtice, Ont., and you answered. Including hearing from CJ Smith, who has more time on her hands thanks to the new spots. The transit advocate, and This Crazy Train blog author, says the new lot is shaving 10 minutes off her … Continue reading

Monday, February 18, 2019

I didn't get an invitation to this ribbon cutting ceremony at the new Courtice Park and Ride


In the past, Metrolinx has been great with sending me notices about station openings and ribbon cutting events. I went through three months of email and I am positive I don't have a media advisory on this.

I'm pretty angry. I would have liked to have been there to ask some questions about the service, accessibility and linking in local transit.

I can't help but feel this was deliberate.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

A short note to those who take the 91 Newcastle bus

Hi,

I'm a Courtice Park and Ride passenger. I know you loathe me. I know you loathe me because I've added 10 minutes to your already long commute. I know you'd prefer the park and ride had never been built. And, I also know that the 90 GO bus folks also hate the Ritson Road Park and Ride because it's completely changed how those buses run.

I honestly don't know what to say here. I realize that most days I'm one of five cars parked in the Courtice lot and that causes so much resentment. But you see, the point of expanding transit and building park and rides is to get people off the highways and arterial roads and onto buses. It also frees up parking at the Oshawa GO lot for those who really need it.

I dislike that I even have to DRIVE to the Park and Ride as there is no local transit that goes there. Nor can I walk or bike to it because it's located off a Regional Road with an 80 km/hr speed limit. It's too dangerous.

One day, we will have train service to Bowmanville and that may mean that many people won't ever have to take a bus again. In the meantime, please don't roll your eyes at me when I board the bus. Or, sigh loudly when I exit.

I'm not going anywhere and I really hope we can be friends.

Sincerely,
Cj Smith