Connecticut’s newest mass transit system, CTfastrak, is off to a great start. The bus rapid transit system running from New Britain to Hartford is carrying up to 10,000 passengers daily. Mind you, that’s coming off of its debut week when all rides were free.
In fact, it’s the fare collection process on CTfastrak that makes it innovative: it’s on the honor system.
Unlike most buses, CTfastrak passengers pay before getting onboard, purchasing tickets ($1.50 for two hour’s use) at the stations or online. This reduces the “dwell time” at each stop as passengers can board through any door. A similar system is running in NYC on certain “Select Bus” routes and seems popular.
But without paying a fare to the bus driver as you board, how do they know you have a ticket? Ah, there’s the rub. The “honor system” relies on “Fare Inspectors” making random checks. Getting caught without a valid ticket means a $75 fine, though in these early days they’re mostly giving warnings.
Only a handful of US transit systems have adopted the honor system for fare collection, including the San Diego Trolley and the MUNI subway in San Francisco. In Minneapolis getting caught on a bus without a ticket is a $180 lesson in “doing the right thing”.
In Los Angeles, the Metro had so many problems with free-loaders they converted to turnstiles. Even a $250 ticket for fare evaders didn’t encourage payment, resulting in a $9 million loss in ticket sales. And the fare there is only $1.50.
On Metro-North, fare evasion doesn’t seem to be a problem. If you don’t have a ticket, they’ll just throw you off the train (at the next station, of course). Or get an MTA cop to issue a fine.
Until a few years ago you could buy a ticket on the train for the same fare as on the platform. That meant wasted time for conductors and a “money room” at Grand Central processing a million in cash each week. Now if you don’t have a ticket and buy one on the train, there’s a $5.75 – $6.50 penalty… even on a $2 ticket. Senior citizens get a break, as do those boarding at stations that don’t have ticket machines.
The bigger problem on Metro-North is uncollected fares. The railroad admits it loses money by not collecting all tickets … but less money than it would cost to properly staff trains with enough conductors to collect them all.
Most infuriating is when trains from Grand Central leave Stamford. Everyone can see that dozens of commuters got off there and scores more got on. But the new arrivals’ tickets are seldom collected unless conductors have issued seat checks to the original NY passengers.
Watching someone traveling from Stamford to, say, Bridgeport get a “free ride” is like watching someone shoplift in a store. You just know you’ll be paying more to subsidize their larceny, with neglectful conductors as their willing accomplices.
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Jim Cameron
About the author: Jim Cameron is founder of The Commuter Action Group, and a member of the Darien RTM. The opinions expressed in this column are only his own. You can reach him at CommuterActionGroup@gmail.com For a full collection of “Talking Transportation” columns, see www.talkingtransportation.blogspot.com
Occasionally, I find myself compelled to drift into the past, seeking older words of wisdom. I was therefore drawn to Kenko, a Japanese Buddhist priest who wrote these words some 700 years ago: “The pleasantest of all diversions is to sit alone under the lamp, a book spread out before you . . . “ How true!
About the author: Felix Kloman is a sailor, rower, husband, father, grandfather, retired management consultant and, above all, a curious reader and writer. He’s explored how we as human beings and organizations respond to ever-present uncertainty in two books, ‘Mumpsimus Revisited’ (2005) and ‘The Fantods of Risk’ (2008). A 20-year resident of Lyme, he now writes book reviews, mostly of non-fiction that explores our minds, our behavior, our politics and our history. But he does throw in a novel here and there. For more than 50 years, he’s put together the 17 syllables that comprise haiku, the traditional Japanese poetry, and now serves as the self-appointed “poet laureate” of Ashlawn Farms Coffee, where he may be seen on Friday mornings. His wife, Ann, is also a writer, but of mystery novels, all of which begin in a bubbling village in midcoast Maine, strangely reminiscent of the town she and her husband visit every summer.
Let me be frank with you, Frank: you are a bystander, a passive yet sensitive observer of the daily stream, but frustratingly disconnected!