morning hazards

In one of the more unpleasant wake-up calls I’ve had in a while, I took a pointy high heel (with weight behind it) to the second toe this morning on the F.

There was probably a missed run or an accident up the line this morning, because I had to cram into an already moderately full F. The 30-deep crowd on the island at Market and Main Street all crammed in both sets of doors, which led to the accidental jab to my sandaled foot.

The F has consistently pissed me off, but this is the first time it actually bit back.

Tara Ramroop may never wear open-toed shoes on the F again. Got any Neosporin?

These are your Muni Diaries, too

Hello there,

We at Muni Diaries have been busy lately, living our lives, working our jobs, planning big, upcoming changes to the site. Details are still being hammered out, but expect new features, a new look, but the same basic functionality to the site. We’re aiming to make it easier to read and write your stories, to feature Muni news separately from the diaries, and to add a bunch of new features that should make everyone’s lives a little better.

In the meantime, I thought I’d remind everyone that Muni Diaries aren’t merely the provenance of a few select San Francisco residents. The intent from the beginning has been for this to be a space to read and write, about anything having to do with Muni.

So, take a moment to register, if you haven’t already, and begin telling the world your stories today. Give your story a headline, hit submit for review, and we’ll look it over and publish it. You can make it anonymous, or leave a name, tagline, links, whatever. Publish your diary and tell all your friends about the site. Join our Facebook group and spread the word.

We hope you’re enjoying this weekend of warm weather and sunshine. Lord knows it won’t last.

– Jeff

burn, baby, burn

Could this be the solution to all our problems?

Of course, not. But honestly, think about what would happen (and how busy our fire department would be) if people did this every time Muni was late during commute hour.

On a more serious note, think about how many Muni-dependent workers might have this same story:

“Many passengers said the delays, caused by a broken down train, had cost them a day’s work.”

Disclaimer: Muni Diaries is, in no way, suggesting this as a solution to our craptastically unreliable transit system.

tales of the 49, part 2

The two main buses running down Van Ness have a certain je ne sais quoi. Actually, scratch that, I do know what it is: they can’t run properly (i.e., on time) because that street is a horrible place to attempt a move from Point A to Point B.

6:19 p.m.: Time I step on a 49-Van Ness, heading toward the Mission.

7:11 p.m.: Time I step off the same bus and start walking to Jeff’s house.

Summary: I was on the same bus for 52 minutes, mostly on Van Ness, as it crawled along at an infuriating snail’s pace, to go a total of 3.3 miles. To put it in perspective, the 2.2-mile, straight-line leg from North Point and Van Ness to Mission and Van Ness took 40 minutes; 511 Trip Planner says that same leg should take about 24 minutes.

Crappy service on Van Ness is one Muni meltdown that usually isn’t the agency’s fault. Yesterday was especially not its fault, thanks to a brush fire on Yerba Buena Island that snarled traffic on the Bay Bridge and on the Van Ness approach to the freeway. Still, I think we can all agree that it really sucks to be on a bus for an hour.

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