Muni News: Possible Caltrain fare hike, Powell Station work

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Photo by Christina B Castro

  • Stockton Bus Riders Take a Back Seat to Central Subway Construction (Streetsblog SF)
  • Cash fares could be going up for Caltrain passengers (SF Examiner)
  • Bevan Dufty in talks with Mayor Ed Lee about potential city job (SF Examiner)
  • Muni making plans on how to remove troublesome bus shelters (SF Examiner)
  • Powell Street Station modernization continues through Sept. 2012 (BART.gov)
  • BART to run limited all-night service during Bay Bridge westbound closure (BART.gov)

Car No. 1 being tested on the L-Taraval line

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Happy Friday the 13th! Muni rider Geoff sends us this report:

Check out these flickr photos of an F line car i’ve never seen, being tested on the L line.

That so happens to be Muni’s Car No. 1, which the good folks at Market Street Railway haveBrookville Equipment Company of Pennsylvania has been restoring since 2009. Rick L. at MSR says that Muni is testing the car, and that they hope to have it in service sometime this year for Muni’s centennial celebration. Car No. 1 “was just out stretching its legs,” Rick said. He added, “I don’t know when it will go into service. Muni wants to introduce it to the public as part of its centennial year (which started last December 28).”

And in related news, another new-to-Muni PCCs hit the streets recently. Car No. 1080 is workin’ the F-Market lines as of Wednesday. Car No. 1071 started spinning its wheels in late December. @metsfaninCA tweeted us this photo of both streetcars in action yesterday evening:

‘Sorry Baby, My Tomato’

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Photo by Jason Tester

Beware of all fluids on the bus. As Kristee tells us:

I was riding a 24-Divisadero around 8 a.m. It was crowded and I was on one of the center facing-front seats reading a book. It was an embarrassing old-lady romance novel that I didn’t want anyone to see the cover of so I had it flat in my lap. At one point, a droplet fell from above me onto the page. It was too red to be water, but too diluted to be blood. Startled, I look up and there on the hand railing was a gnarled old fist tightly gripping a half-eaten ripe tomato. I loudly cleared my throat to express my irritation. In the smoothest Isaac Hayes voice, he calmly said, ‘Awww… sorry baby, my tomato,’ and casually stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans.

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