My dorm was a bus stop. Each time the bus came there were air brakes, a recording announcing the route and station, and the warning beeps for kneeling and wheelchair ramp extension. Fortunately it did not have a shelter, as many bus shelters in Chicago now beep continuously so that blind people can find them.
My first apartment was outside a level crossing frequented by Amtrak and Union Pacific. The federally required horn blasts - 2 long, 1 short, 1 long - overwhelm anything you might be doing or thinking about, resonate in your chest cavity. The building shakes, and the air becomes thick with diesel fumes and sediment kicked up from the railroad bed.
After an hour, I forget that the freeway is even there.
I'm on an intersection with caltrain, muni, and a freeway, but of course it can only be so informative. I'm not trying to say "Buses and trains aren't a problem" at all, I'm saying fuck motorcycles.
My first apartment was outside a level crossing frequented by Amtrak and Union Pacific. The federally required horn blasts - 2 long, 1 short, 1 long - overwhelm anything you might be doing or thinking about, resonate in your chest cavity. The building shakes, and the air becomes thick with diesel fumes and sediment kicked up from the railroad bed.
After an hour, I forget that the freeway is even there.