Michael Jackson tribute rides BART
I’m not exactly sure what’s happening here. But look closely and you’ll see that those Pepsi ads are actually buses. All sorts of transit in this one.
Mr. and Mrs. Malaise ride the F-Market
It’s like the folks in American Gothic decided to roll around town in one of Muni’s precious little streetcars.
Photo via Jesse.
Sundown at Powell Station
Reader Gregory just brightened my day.
I came across this scene while walking through Powell station en route to the Ferry Building. I decided to pass through the station instead of walking the well-trodden and energetic Market Street. The energy underground is much different. Bright florescent lights leave nothing uncovered, and the corridors echo the voices and whispers of those passing though.
From a hundred steps away I heard the soothing notes of a trumpet player and his mp3 orchestra. And as I turned the corner, this is what I saw.
Anyone know more about this trumpet player?
Did C.S. Lewis ever ride Muni?
Because sometimes, there’s a centaur on the bus.
Via smallmeadow: “There’s a Centaur on my bus. #SF #Muni #Weird”
Mobile Makeup on Muni Metro
You know how it is. You get out of work or leave the house late, and you have to put your face on in transit. A personal favorite is one-handed penciling of your bottom lids (you know what I’m talking about).
We’ve seen pretty serious Caboodles on the bus before, and one lady on the 5-Fulton apparently does it every damn day. But this phenomenon reaches new, perfectly lined heights on the K-Ingleside, via My Muni on Tumblr.
What’s on your Muni seat?
I sure hope whatever it is, it isn’t that. No, seriously, WTF is that?
Via strawberryjusty on Instagram.