MBTA Bus Route 88

This bus goes to Lechmere, Somerville, and ends at Clarendon Hill. Therefore it is useful if you want to go to any of those places. It is relatively unuseful if you want to go to other places such as Watertown, Brockton, Newark, or the Czech Republic.
The 88 bus runs moderately often.

Not a fan.
Stops in Davis Square, which is a great alternative to walking to Porter to pick up the Red Line. You stop at Lechmere which is a short walk to my former job, and the Cambridgeside Galleria. So, two stars for that.
Bus #88, you’ve left me stranded in wind, rain, snow, and made me late for work. You never show up when you say you will… if you show up at all. Oh, and your drivers seem to think Highland Ave. is a slalom course. I don’t want to die on my ride home, thanks.
That’s IT. My next apartment will be on the green line, because even though the B Line is slower than molasses, at least it was always there when I needed it.

it’s a bus… I had a guy talk to me from the middle of Highland to Lechmere about how you need to be gentle with a woman, it’s what separates us from the animals. Then he told me if i got a bike and worked out I could look like spiderman. «Don’t you want that, your arms and back lookin like spiderman?»
In terms of stank the 88 isn’t too bad. In my experience of not owning a car in the city I would have to say the 70 out of Central has a wreak far worse than your standard public transport vehicle.
BTW — I don’t want to give the impression I don’t appreciate the convenience of not having to walk miles each day, it’s a lifesaver.

A rare model of efficiency and punctuality — except when it’s not. But these exceptions are mostly infrequent and forgiveable — except frequently on Sundays, when its runs are sparse and infrequent and thus any serious delays become slightly, but not completely, unforgiveable.
But that said, the 88 was never done me wrong, not really, not in any serious way. We have our differences occasionally, but we always make up in the end, and any contempt bred of familiarity is diluted by the strength of our mutual respect for one another.
«Swing down, sweet chariot
Stop, and let me ride»

In the wise words of Ja Rule and Ashanti «Baby! I’m not always there when you call But I’m always on time.»
Such is my experience with my beloved 88 bus. It’s not always there when I want it to be (i.e. when it is raining, freezing, when I overslept and am late for work, etc.) but it *is* relatively on time and dependable, a veritable miracle considering it’s part of the MBTA.
This bus will take you from «the Paris of Somerville,» Davis Square to the «Galleries Lafayette of Somerville,» The Cambridgeside Galleria.
You get to ride it with a variety of interesting folk: school kids, senior citizens, brutally handsome urban hipsters, angry corporate patsys, and a man who can mumble the whole screenplay of Robocop to you if you sit next to him! and me!