This first shot I got of my trip out to Wilsonville was classic. Click on it and look at that speedometer! Yeah, I was rolling! The next shot just tells the future ever so brashly.
Yeah. Passed up with not a sound. The WES flew right by me while I rolled a double digit 20 or so MPH. Behind me in the rear view mirror you can see the traffic stacked up. This was at 6:07pm. I ended up in scheduling and alarm clock debacle after debacle. I ended up driving out Monday which really sucked, I could have been on that ride instead I was stuck in traffic in the ole’ Zed (350Z for those non-Nissan peepz). Real good use of a sports car, NOT.
The next day I grabbed a few good shots.
Here I grabbed a shot of the conductor walking the station before departure. I think the sign embodies the ideal of the system from the perspective of Wilsonville & Beaverton. Because really, out of all the riders, all but about 5 total people went into downtown Portland. Everyone riding the WES went somewhere within the corridor or transferred to a bus or MAX heading westward.