To Muni, with Love, from Croatia

Melita visited San Francisco for the second time last week from Croatia and sent us some photos she took of the F train. Looking at our transit system from a fresh, visitor’s point of view, she told us a little about the differences between public transit in Zagreb and San Francisco.

Visiting San Francisco again was great. On my first day in San Francisco two years ago I fell in love with the city and was very happy to get a chance to visit it one more time. We took long walks and used public transit (Muni/Bart/Caltrain) as we are (like most Europeans) used to public transit.

A few things that I like about Muni: it’s affordable, you can take your bike with you on Muni which is not possible to do on Zagreb (the capital of Croatia) public transit, more seats reserved for seniors and persons with disabilities, people are mostly very polite and are not pushing around the entrance to get on Muni.

One more thing that I find very amusing is pulling the string when you want to get off the bus.

Things you can do on Zagreb public transit (except trains): buy your ticket by sending SMS from your cell phone.

Wow, I’d like to buy my Muni tickets from my cell phone. Pretty cool. Wonder what transit in Zagreb looks like?

Trippy.

Thanks, Melita!

How does Muni compare to public transit in other countries? The comments section is wide open…

Muni graffiti a bygone era?

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Photo by Jenner Davis

On the exterior of vehicles, we mean. We know all too well the lovely decorations that adorn many a 14-Mission interior and Muni bus stops. But some of the retired buses, streetcars, and LRVs that have gone to pasture around the city are graced with graffiti that make some of us nostalgic for the street art explosion in the 1970s, especially in New York City.

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 Diary: Your Pride Weekend on Muni

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Photo by Andy Orin

How was your pride weekend? Beautiful sunshine, spirited people, what else can you ask for? Oh, right, how about pink superheros helping out a stuck Muni bus, as spotted on MissionMission? You gotta love San Francisco.

Here are some photos of people celebrating Pride on and around Muni. If you have more photos, please send them our way!

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Photo by Andy Orin


Photo by @_CrimsonRegret_


Photo by @gpanger

San Francisco Pride Parade 2011
Photo by Stephen Sass


Photo by Ed Casey

Weekend Photos: Look Closer

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Photo by moppet65535

So many things going on this week! It is Pride Weekend, so make sure you check out the Muni reroutes for Pride Celebration before you leave the house.

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!

Finding beauty on MUNI #surfaces
Photo by Colin Fahrion


Photo by Justin Beck

Just Waiting for the Bus
Photo by Ariel Dovas

Red Monday: Red Stripe
Photo by Bhautik Joshi

Ride public transit from SF to LA. Seriously.

We thought we love public transportation here at Muni Diaries, but SFWeekly’s Joe Eskanazi took it 10 steps beyond in this week’s cover story: In Transit: From SF to LA. Working with Matt Nelson of CaliforniaStreet.org, Joe took only public transportation on his journey from San Francisco to Los Angeles. His trip, of course, started on Muni.

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.

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