An empty transit car is the urban unicorn. Boarding one is about as likely as snagging a loaf of bread from a Trader Joe’s in the face on an impending snowstorm.
There’s much that plays into how these two variables work in tandem: the location of the train, the time of day, and any number of other confounding factors. But still. That’s one car per 1,334 people.
Sometimes, though, a vancant car will roll up to a station and collect a lone commuter. And when that happens, people freak out.
The unoccupied car has a bit of a reputation. A 2006 travel guide in The New York Times says outright: “Avoid empty cars.”
Some intrepid transit riders out there, though, decide to brave it. What do they find? Pure, unadulterated joy.
”I've sprinted from one end of the car to the other playing with the gravity pull as the car pummels on,” Jando S. writes on Yelp.
Yelper Kajitsu N. is even more enthusiastic:
IT’S THE FUCKING BOMB.
I love it - the doors close and you can SING YOUR FUCKING HEART OUT AND NOBODY GIVES A SHIT.
I can't do that at home.
One Chicago Transit Authority passenger took the opportunity to further her yoga practice:
General acrobatics are also acceptable.
Some passengers, though, get a little more contemplative.
One London Rail commuter wonders, from the Landan Victoria station, if he somehow offended his transit system:
Chicago Yelper Claire Y writes:
Irony: In this over-populated city, we're always looking for a little more room for privacy and frowning upon that sweaty guy who just ran down the stairs to the platform and is trying to squeeze into the bursting subway car during the morning rush hour.... and yet should the occasion arise where we're riding the train all alone in a subway car in the wee hours of the morning, we are suddenly overcome by the sentiments of subtle fear and even loneliness...
An insight which is nicely summed up with some musical accompaniment:
But really, this New Yorker has the right idea: Just embrace the weirdness of it all and have the time of your life.