Muni has yet to smell like Teen Spirit


Photo by Flickr user jen_maiser

A couple weeks ago, rider Martha told us about a 49-Van Ness that smelled like basil, which was noteworthy because the 49 never smells like something you’d want to eat.

“Muni smells like…” actually shows up a lot on the @munidiaries Twitter feed. Here are our recent favorites.

Yummy
@jessicasuzette: #Muni smelled like strawberries, somebody went to #farmersmarket love clean trains.

Could go either way
@WillieFDiazSF: Someone on this Muni bus smells like Hot Dog juice. Makes me wanna have a BBQ.
@jdaisy: this LTaraval smells like fish AND chips.

The Bad
@cache_theory: the smells of the #sfmuni…urine & moth balls
@RGreenberg: Guy just got on #muni smelling like week-old pants, and fertilizer.

The Optimistic
@fsquared: This bus smells like pancakes and syrup. #wishfulthinking #muni

We’re constantly impressed by your creativity and the, um, evocative descriptions you send. So keep ’em comin’!

16X Swan Song

As the Worm Turns
Photo by Telstar Logistics

Joshua Kwan is moving to New York, but before he leaves, Muni gave him a surprisingly awesome parting memory.

I rode the 16X-Noriega Express bus for the first time on Friday to meet some friends for dinner in the Sunset, and it was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had. This will likely turn out to be my Muni swan song, since I’m leaving for New York City, and I’m glad it was this ride!

Even before I got on, I knew it was unlike any other bus I’d ridden in San Francisco. At the initial stop on the north side of 5th St. at Market, there wasn’t a crowd clustered around the stop waiting. Instead, there was a civilized line of commuters waiting to get on.

I thought I was going to miss the last bus, but I was saved by the inevitable (even for this line) rush hour Muni delay. When the bus came it filled up and I started watching it pull off onto Market, then Turk.

Side note: Actually, in true Muni style, the bus that I got on turned out to be the second-to-last one: it was actually 16 minutes late. I noticed this when a totally empty 16X pulled up alongside us on Fell — at which point all the riders kind of looked at each other for a second and grinned, a precious moment.

The first thing that got me about the 16X was the complete absence of the typical Muni jokers — people listening to music loudly on phones and teenagers trying to look tough with their friends. Instead, a few women were chatting about what they’d bought for dinner and how fresh their vegetables were. A man was snoring after a hard day’s work. Another woman was finishing up her paperwork. Total peace.

The second thing I noticed was that this driver was a pro. He would honk ahead of stops to see if people were actually interested in getting on, and if not, he would breeze by. Conversely, he would stop in between stops if he found someone who wanted to get on and it wouldn’t be too big of a delay.

The third thing is that really, the stops were totally secret, which I find to be common with Muni express buses. They were in the middle of the block and most of the downtown stops did not have shelters or even signs on poles announcing that this place was a stop. Only the splash of yellow paint and black stencil on the utility pole – and then again only at some stops – announced to me that this was indeed a Muni stop.

So you can imagine that I felt like I had inducted myself into a secret Muni commuters’ club — business class Muni, if you will, where the riders are courteous, the driver rocks, the stops are secret, and the ride is blazingly fast. I made it from 5th Street and Market to Lincoln and 9th Ave in 20 minutes flat at the peak of rush hour. On a bus. That’s good by *private car* standards.

So, rock on, Muni. And farewell, because I hear the buses in NYC suck compared to you. (But their Metro is better. Don’t take it personally, OK?)

How sweet of Joshua. And yes, you’re better of going underground in NYC.

Sleep is the New Black on Muni

Rider Bill sent us a photo he snapped on the inbound N-Judah Monday morning near Church and Duboce. “A bunch of people standing…except this guy.”

Oh, that’s how I feel most mornings, not just Monday! Turns out that your time on transit is a hot time for sleeping.To wit:

MUNI never disappoints.
Photo by Ian Brown

Sleeping MUNI man (DSC05682)
Photo by Flickr user indieink

Sleep Guy
Photo by Flickr user SFNoob

MUNI Sleeper
Photo by Tito Perez

Okay, off to get my second cup of coffee now.

Weekend Photos: Thirteen

Riding the muni
Photo by Tim Wilson

On their way to my house for a Muni Diaries crew dinner, Jeff and Tara bumped into a few readers on the 47-Van Ness who promised us a good Caltrain story. Over a couple of Manhattans we talked about how amazingly small San Francisco is, and how thankful we are for every person who’s ever contributed a story, a photo, a tweet, or just a thumbs-up. So, please, keep the stories coming — Muni Diaries is built on your lives on public transit.

Enjoy these photos and your weekend! We can’t wait to hear about your ride.

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Photo by Sirgious

Snake Holes
Photo by Benjamin Soto

N-tracks
Photo by Class M Planet

Mission Street
Photo by Thomas Hawk

BART Music Diary: Powell Station

This video of Adrian came from rider Jessica Ann Graham via our Facebook page (which you’ve liked, right?). Adrian was rocking out at the Powell station the other day — I like how he plays to the camera.

We’ve also featured some amazing photos of BART Musicians earlier this year, including my favorite cello quartet, also at the Powell station.

Did a musician perk up your day at a Muni/BART station? Send us some photos, stories, or even better, a video, please!

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