Well, folks, I’ve done it. I’ve reached the pinnacle of irony. I’m a card-carrying member of the public transportation elite. I'm the guy who’s supposed to make sure your bus shows up on time, that the seats are still attached, and that the driver isn’t moonlighting as a stand-up comedian. You know, the real heavy lifting. But here’s the kicker: my own personal chariot has decided to take a vacation.