My first glimpse of the Americana's trolley came as I was biking north on Brand. I heard the USC marching band, and looked over to see the trolley chugging along alongside Brand with Rick Caruso and a bunch of dignitaries on board. I couldn't help but laugh at how surreal the whole scene was.
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Like so much of the Americana and Caruso-land, the trolley plays to our collective fantasies of an idealized past and "the way things used to be". And you know what? IT WORKS. Much to my surprise, I absolutely love the trolley.
I sort of detest these trolleys-to-a-hundred-yards-from -where-you-start for the same reason you suggest, but, like you, I am a big fan, especially because my kids love the experience tremendously.
ReplyDeleteI think, then, what I really dislike is not the mall ride, but the fact that I have to drive a car to get to the place to take the ride.
- Bones