>>1102913>>1102979 You have your choices-
>Sit on a plastic seat and travel from one end of a line to another, and watch in amazement as the quality of the environment gradually spirals between each station (North Springs to College Park on the Red Line is like nothing I've ever seen before).Or
>Take the two-a-day Crescent between Atlanta and Toccoa, the train headed Northbound comes around at 8-9:00, and you'll end up arriving at and having to stay, to quote the Macho Man, "Unjustifiably in a position I'd rather not be in" in some podunk town miles away from Atlanta (Or, Heaven forbid, Gainesville). And prepare to make it a day trip, motherfucker, 'cause the Crescent is bound for NY- and you won't be seeing her for quite a spell.There is no comfy choice in Atlanta, Anon. You're ass is gonna be in a leather seat, on a crowded interstate, and you're gonna be uncomfortable and be FUCKING PLEASED ABOUT IT. What? The streetcar you say? Sure, get your /comfy/ from the Hobo Carousel- good luck with that.
