Being a Green Patriot

Since the summer had begun I had taken to riding my bicycle to work so I haven't notice the flurry of Green Patriot Posters by Michael Bierut that have adorned 70 GCRTA buses.

The campaign, aimed at discrediting the stigma of public transportation as being solely a means of conveyance for the poor and elderly, plays to American's image of self reliance and resilience in the face of adversity by appealing to our nationalistic pride.

Americans have a great ability to pull together in times of crisis. Each day brings headlines that make it clear that global warming and dependence on costly and scarce foreign oil will demand the same kind of resilience, self-sacrifice and ingenuity that we’ve exhibited in the past: in short, that special American brand of patriotism. Back in the 30s and 40s, folksinger Woody Guthrie had a slogan on his guitar: “This machine kills fascists.” I was looking for a similar kind of statement to turn every bus ride into a blow for the environment. - Micheal Bierut

Even given our current political climate as the 2008 political machines gear up into full effect, as allies and enemies position to out-patriot the other, I find it comforting to see an appeal to our pride that has a somewhat tangible and non convoluted purpose and would make immediate changes for the betterment of our regional safety and society.

This on top of news that GCRTA is postponing service cuts makes urban and non-automotive living even more possible.

I should also mention that giving my current commute pattern, I have found the local bus drivers extremely aware of my presence on the road as a cyclist, even giving way when our paths conflict. For their size and lumbering speed I know they are not the most easy of vehicles to maneuver on our city streets and appreciate the effort of the drivers to not mow me over. More then once I have thought to myself how I should write down that bus number and send a quick letter thanking the driver for being so skilled on the road. As much as this may seem a puff piece, when those giants are lumbering down on you huffing on your little bike, you can appreciate not getting smooshed.