Driver of 8366 on 43-Masonic, You’re Pretty Cool

off your trolley

Rarely do you have that driver who, after shutting his doors and cranking his diesel-hybrid engine, stops for you. Rarely do you have that driver who answers whether or not his bus passes Lincoln and 14th – and goes a step further with suggestions on how to get there. Rarely do you have the driver who waits for the 80-year-old lady with a cane to take her seat before pulling the clutch. And rarely do you have the driver who smiles at you – during rush hour. Thanks, man. What can I do for you? Does screaming “thank you!” upon exiting really help in showing my appreciation?

If so, THANK YOU!

Fleeing Fleet Week

Okay, okay, yes, we went to Fleet Week. And by “go to Fleet Week,” I mean we grabbed some sandwiches at the pretty people’s Safeway and plopped our asses on Marina Green for free to watch a bunch of screaming planes do tricks. A friend had never experienced the glory, and being the nice people that we are, we chose to humor her.

Getting over to the north side of town from the Mission was actually a pleasant exercise. The 49-Van Ness zipped us right down to where we needed to be. The bus was neither crowded nor slow. We got there in about 20 minutes, I’d guess.

Getting back home was a different story altogether.

We waited things out a while at a friend’s house on Chestnut, then boarded a nearly capacity 49, only to stand there for what seemed like a eternity (seriously, something tells me, hours later, that that bus is still there). We got off at the next stop, after peering up Van Ness (to the south) and seeing nothing but stopped cars with their brake lights on.

So we walked. We walked from Greenwich to Market, passing at least three 49s and three 47s. We walked all the way to the heart of the Mission. God knows whatever became of any of those Van Ness buses.

Anyone else experience meltdown over the weekend with all the hullabaloo? Please share.

Meep, meep!

Has anyone else noticed that the new energy-efficient Muni buses have really wimpy-sounding horns?

Anyone who’s ridden Muni knows that its drivers LOVE blaring their horns to warn other drivers they’re a-comin’ and give them one last shot at dodging certain death, and the old buses have a fairly loud, satisfying horn that makes it clear. (You’d think it’s clear enough that an enormous vehicle is bearing down on you and about to accordion your car, but no.)

But the new ones make a “Meep, meep!” sound roughly equivalent to the horn in a Honda Civic. Not very threatening, is it?

— Beth W.

Carrying the right book on Muni

This is my favorite book - too grim for the bus?

This is a true story: a single guy friend was sitting on the bus when he spotted two attractive women sitting across from him, both carrying the same book. He decided to strike up a conversation with them by asking them why they had the same book. They told him that they were in a book club and had just bought this book together at a book store for their next meeting. They told him all about the books they’ve read and what this particular book was about, and, well, digits may have been exchanged.

Well, what book was it, I asked him.

“It was The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Juno Diaz,” he said.

Did it matter what book it was?

“Of course! I mean, if it were Eat, Pray, Love, I don’t think I could even talk to them!”

I actually know another guy friend who tries to carry an impressive or interesting book on BART so that, “just in case,” he can strike up a conversation with the right girl. He leaves the programming book in his backpack for the BART ride and busts out his more literary reads.

I too love books so I can sympathize, though I would hate to think that some random person is looking at my book choice in barely concealed disgust!

What do you read on the bus? Have you started a conversation with someone based on their choice of books? And what’s the book you’d be too embarrassed to carry around? (come on, who loves the Chicken Soup for the ______ Soul series?)

Obama on The Tube – Can Muni be next?

UK blogger Jake Stride snapped a picture of an Obama poster at the Bank London Underground station (via the fantastic London Underground Tube Diary). As the blog reports, there was no branding attached to the poster, which was a part of a series of photos that included the Cern Collider, a woman doing yoga, and various other seemingly unrelated things.

It turns out that this is a series of advertisements – a teaser campaign – by the Times. Clever, no?

With the election heating up here, have you seen any election-related ads on Muni or its stations? I don’t think I have seen official ones (and probably unlikely too). However, I certainly have been very tempted to ask fellow riders who they are voting for, and in the unlikely chance that they are going the way of Alaska, I might just give them a piece of my mind.

I remember that in 2004, after voting on election day, I was on the 1 California and saw a lot of other people wearing the I Voted stickers. I was too shy to give them a high five even though I wanted to, but this election I just might!

Gramps gets in your face on the 47

I was sitting across from a young woman who was talking on the cell phone, most probably about some relationship woes. When I got on the bus her conversation sounded like it had been going on for some time (“Well there are some things that I haven’t discussed with him but we need to talk about it to see where he stands…”). All sounded ordinary enough.

She was talking away about her relationship when an old man got up to get off the bus. He walked right up to her, his face tight and clenched. “You will never be happy. You are too selfish and mean to ever be happy,” he said.

Then he got off the bus.

The young woman was embarrassed and said to her phone companion, “Yeah, some guy on the bus, sounded just like mom, huh?”

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