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Thank you for writing that article “Slightseeing Tour” (8/15). It was an endorsement much like yours that led me to ride on Old Town Trolley. My fiancé’s parents were coming to D.C. to meet me for the first time, and I took them on Old Town Trolley. Their “daily tour” was more like a “Nightmare on Elm Street.” We waited one hour for three trolleys before we could catch one. The seats were hard, and we bounced like milkshakes. Just before our last stop, our trolley caught on fire. My fiancé and I had to help his elderly parents, who were shrieking with fear, exit out of a narrow window and then down a 5-foot drop to the street, while other tourists did suicide-like leaps out of the other windows.

In the end, I made quite an impression with my future in-laws—not the one I intended. Old Town Trolley—what a crock of sh*t!