Got on the C Line this morning and heard it almost immediately. Tick, tick, tick. Drove me crazy. I have no idea what it was, but it continued all the way to Park Street.
I suppose there's no reason to be nervous, since it's just a ticking sound, as opposed to the high squeal that I hear whenever the T attempts to break. But it was the green line version of Chinese water torture.
The drivers in the morning tend to be a lot friendlier than the ones in the afternoon, which makes sense, since they aren't dealing with hundreds of sweaty, pushing people from moment one. Are afternoon drivers the equivalent of strip club day shifts?
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