Last weekend, I went to Ottawa for a quick overnight visit to my good friend Jer’s. Because I save a buck everywhere I can, I used rideshares to get to and fro. The typical rideshare fare for Montreal-Ottawa is 15$, while a student bus ticket costs about 23$ before taxes. Easy choice.
My ride up to Ottawa was uneventful. The guys I rode with were interesting and the car was clean. We ended up listening to Amy Winehouse’s Back in Back cd for most of the ride.
My ride back to Montreal was insane. My ride showed up about an hour late. They had apparently slept in. When my ride finally came, I discovered it was a small european car with a mountain of garbage in the back (and front seat, and probably trunk). I snuck in the backseat (the driver had a friend in the passenger seat) and sat in the area with the least debris. This isn’t too bad, I told myself, with my knees to my chin, I can deal with two hours of this. About 5 minutes after leaving Ottawa, as we were getting on the highway, we heard a loud noise from the passenger side window. What was that!? All of a sudden, there was no passenger side front window. Seriously. The window slid into the door. So there we were, setting off on a two hour drive in
a dump truck -4 weather with no side window. We stopped at the first gas station to fill up and try to rig some sort of a bag window contraption. I managed to figure something out, but as I discovered, garbage bags tend to disintegrate when they are subjected to high speed winds for the window of a car. The first 5 minutes of the ride with the bag window as fine, but slowly, the bag came undone from the door frame. Eventually only the front part was still attached to the door causing the entire bag to whip around and make the loudest noise ever (and disintegrating). This must have gone on for 30 minutes. Keep in mind I’m in the back seat with the wind, and the whipping bag, right in my face (my knees were also in my face). As we were 40 minutes from Montreal, we gave up on the bag thing and drove with no window. For that last 40 minutes, we were all suited up in our toques and mittens and scarves. For that last 40 minutes, my knees, which were jutting out from around the front passenger seat, were freezing. I have never had frozen knees. It’s a weird feeling. After that long 40 minutes, we finally got to my area. When were got near my place, I jumped out of the car at the first nearing corner with so much delight. My knees, still frozen, almost buckled. If the ride would have been 5 minutes longer, it’s likely that I would have fallen in the slush puddle on the side of the road. I wobbled home and warmed up for a good 10 minutes.
And that’s how I saved 10 bucks. Totally worth it.