Dear #75 Tram,
Do you remember when we first met? I do. I will never forget that hot February morning. I had just taken a train from Sydney and arrived in Melbourne clueless. Trams were whizzing by left and right creating a blur of white and green. But one tram stood out like a beacon of light. I approached slowly, cautiously. Then you said “I will take you to Deakin, I will take you… home.”
Since that first day we have created quite a bond, haven’t we? You graciously pick me up and drop me off right next to my door step. We have literally spent days together counting the accumulated hours. Any time I want to go in to the city I know where you will be.
Yes, we’ve had our rough times. I have been frustrated when you are late. You take twice as long to get in to the city during the day. I sometimes forget to bring change to pay for you services. Your owners have fined my friends $170 for putting their feet on your already less than clean seats.
We also have our grand times. We’ve had adventures to find the best burger, to search the lesser known parts of the city, and to travel to the ends of nearly every suburb. On the weekends you transform into the party tram, taking my friends end I almost anywhere we need to go. And sometimes when I’m feeling lazy you take me to school, even if it is only a short walk downhill. A montage of our good times accompanied by the Turtle’s “So Happy Together” would be perfect.
Thank you Tram 75.
Yours truely,
Stephen
