MBTA Bus Route 70

Heaven forbid you have to ride this bus after 9:00pm. The later the time, the longer the wait. You may have to wait over an hour for it to arrive.
The worst is around 12:00am. The bus won’t leave until the last red line train has arrived at Central Square. You might be waiting 1.5 hours at that point.

Is this bus ever not 30 mins late? My T pass is sad because I keep taking $ 5.30 taxis to work from Green St @ Magazine because otherwise I’d need to get in an hour early…

The 70 and I have a long, tense, and illustrious relationship. When it runs well, it runs really well. I’m talking bus driver speeding down Main Street up to the Arsenal Mall. The biggest issue is the excessive number of stops, and the people who refuse to move for the baby strollers.
I have posted more tweets about this bus than I’d care to admit, however I have seen more than one driver on this route have deflect a belligerent drunk. That alone is worth praise, also playing against the route is that nearly all of these crazies live at or near Cedarwood. Ending on another uncomfortable truth, the bus bunching on this line is the worst of any route on the MBTA (I’m talking worse than the 66), it often gets passed by another bus that leaves 20 – 30 minutes later.
All things considered, it’s a ¼ of the commuter rail/​transfer fare, so I guess I can deal with a ¼ of the sanity. How about the MBTA springs a few more westbound buses at rush hour into the evening so there isn’t a legion waiting at Green and ‘Zine?

A woman once threw a rock through the window of the packed-​to-​the-​gills bus I was on after no one would get off for her, necessitating an emergency stop in the intersection of Green and Western in Central. As we filed off the bus, crunching shattered Plexiglass under our shoes to the tune of police sirens and the driver having a nervous breakdown, I thought to myself, «Well, it gets me home okay.»
And it does. It gets me home okay. And that’s all I can ask for.

You know when you’re the drunk girl on a bus through suburban middle America eating Triskets out if your coat pocket. Yeah, that’s me.
I’m so drunk after a night at the Mad Raven (Waltham), I might even tell you the truth. This isn’t usually a bus route to write home about.
Twelve months of riding this route sober and I’m suddenly in a position to comment on the ‘evening service’. This route ain’t bad — it connects the non-​Cambridgians to Cambridge, and that’s very helpful. I am one of the many drunk ethnic minorities tonight who don’t understand how they ended up in Central Square (shall we call it a pleasant if disorientating surprise?).
This route gets you to where you meant to be. I’m just not entirely sure I always know where I’m meant to be. Take the 70 if you’re traveling between Cambridge and Waltham. Or be drunk, like I am ;)

I take the 70 bus all the time. It picks up five minutes from my house, I get a scenic tour of Watertown, and get dropped off in Central Square… what more could I ask for? Generally it’s on time, some of the drivers are insane and cut people off just for the sake of getting me to my destination quicker. And I was happy.
Until last night.
At the bus stop in Central, a creepy bum started following me around the bus stop; despite my boyfriend’s attempts to block his view, he kept shifting to keep me in his line of sight. So we moved to the other end of the bus stop, and he FOLLOWED us. After a nice stand off of who would get on the bus first, he sat in the front of the bus while my boyfriend and I moved to the back. He proceeded to stare at me for a good 40 minutes, gradually changing his seat closer and closer, until we finally got to Waltham center and booked it. So creepy!
However, the bus driver got off as well to ask us what was happening and to tell us that he was watching to make sure nothing ridiculous went down. The 70 bus driver abides.
Always an adventure (even more than the #1 bus!)

By far the worst bus line I’ve ever had to deal with. It’s never on time, then 3 come in a row the opposite direction of where I need to go. Just a week or two ago, I was working late and standing directly under the bus stop when the 70 whizzed right by me with no regard. I «wrote to the top» and they said action had been taken but I remain skeptic. I long for the day when I buy a car and never have to ride on this god-​forsaken machine ever again.

Here is my haiku poem I wrote for the 70 (pronounced seven-​zero) busline:
You arrived on time
Creepy bum leering at me
Please shut the door quick
These reviews are amazingly funny and accurate. I take this bus from Green St down Western for only about 10 mins, but it consistently ranks among the highest for unintentional comedy in my entire day.
You really never know what you will find on the seven zero — fights, job solicitations, korean shouting matches, boozing at 830am. I will miss it when I am gone. And if you think the 70 is janky — you should ride the 70A!!! whoa.

I will never take this bus line again. I thought I could save a little dough by taking this instead of the commuter rail, but the extra $ 3 is worth it when you get saner, normal people on the commuter rail.
The bus came a little late to Central Square but given it was rush hour and there is traffic cause Boston streets make no sense, I forgave them. The people who ride this bus really are not my kind of people. Just aren’t. I had the misfortune of sitting next to a woman who constantly rubbed her knee (like it was itchy or something) and encroached on my space (and I was on the edge of my seat cause she was grossing me out). She also sat like a man (with legs spread out). Eww.
In addition to her, there was another man who decided the whole bus needed to hear about his false arrest for drug possession and dealing. Once that passenger left, he decided to regale his thoughts on the swine flu and make fun of other customers wearing masks. Then he started quoting the bible.
I couldn’t wait to get off that bus as I didn’t have anything to distract me (I was trying to listen for my stop) and decided to take the commuter rail that I know wouldn’t be as bad as that ride. We even got to Waltham 30 minutes late. Thanks MBTA.

Look, I wouldn’t have picked us up that night either – not because we weren’t at an official bus stop – but because we’d clearly been drinking a lot. But what else is there to do in Waltham? But it’s your job. You’re a quasi-​public common carrier and you really let us down. We’d been out in the rain waiting for you for 15 minutes, and when we finally give up to look for a cab, there you were, blowing by us even as we yelled and knocked on your door. And you only had two or three other people in the whole bus. Jerk.