Muni graffiti a bygone era?
Photo by Jenner Davis
On the exterior of vehicles, we mean.
Here’s a shot of a graffiti’d Muni bus that Virtue n Vice believes is from 2003.
Seen other examples of rad Muni vehicle graffiti around town? Let us know.
Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
Photo by Jenner Davis
On the exterior of vehicles, we mean.
Here’s a shot of a graffiti’d Muni bus that Virtue n Vice believes is from 2003.
Seen other examples of rad Muni vehicle graffiti around town? Let us know.
Photo by Andy Orin
Here are some photos of people celebrating Pride on and around Muni. If you have more photos, please send them our way!
Photo by Andy Orin
Photo by @_CrimsonRegret_
Photo by @gpanger
Photo by Stephen Sass
Photo by Ed Casey
Photo by Steve Skripnik
Pride Parade and the Dyke March is this weekend, so make sure you send us your stories and photos of the celebration on and around Muni!
And before you leave the house, check out the transit reroutes and additional service.
p.s. I’ll be helping the ladies of the San Francisco Dykes on Bikes with their merchandise, so come by Civic Center and say hi!
Photo by moppet65535
I’ve got three more things for you to do this weekend:
1. Today’s Giants tweetup: tweet us your transit ride to the Giants Tweetup game and you can win a beer holster !
2. Art I.S. Getting (T)Here, the art show on themes of transportation and journey, at their pop up gallery in the Inner Sunset.
3. Take the 22 to Beunos Aires! Metronome Dance Collective, a sponsor of Muni Diaries Live, is hosting the Tango Experience on Saturday night.
Enjoy these photos and your weekend!
Photo by Colin Fahrion
Photo by Justin Beck
Photo by Ariel Dovas
Photo by Bhautik Joshi
The N-Owl pulls up at Haight and Fillmore at 4:11 a.m. Somewhat surprisingly, it already has 16 passengers. Not surprisingly at all, the bus is already thick with the official Muni odor — BO ineffectively masked by Old Spice with hints of pee. Sunflower seeds are scattered beneath the seats and the floors are already movie theater-sticky. A man wearing a Philadelphia Eagles knit cap repeatedly smacks himself on the forehead; his pensive expression indicates some elusive knowledge is on the tip of his tongue. The driver’s eyes meet mine. He exhales deeply. “It’s Monday,” he sighs.
Knit cap man stumbles off the bus at Fourth and King streets along with all the other riders. It’s a shade after 4:30, and the Caltrain station glows like a beacon. Every last soul on the 4:55 train to San Jose is blearily staring at something: a computer screen, a newspaper, or simply straight ahead in an early morning stupor. No train car has more than three riders seated in it; it’s a tight-knit club, and the passengers and ticket-checkers are on a first-name basis.
But once you venture past familiar cities, Joe says, you go beyond “the point where passengers are riding transit because it’s convenient or environmentally responsible. This is the trip of last resort.”
Read about the rest of his trip on SFWeekly’s cover story.
Seriously, I can’t keep up:
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