I’m so old I remember when one ride was $1.25. I wear that like my badge of honor. I remember the paper tickets and the punch holes. I would save them all from the start of the month and if I had the same two holes punched on a previous ticket, I would use it if the times matches up instead of paying again. Sometimes I lived one stop past whatever Zone 1, 2, or 3, and hell no, I’d pay for the lesser zone. I loved how arbitrary the zones were too.
Sometimes I’d ride fareless all the way out to Zone 3.
I am the Master Mooch.
I know how to sneak into any Sporting event you want too.
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