Carnaval this weekend offered up plenty of antidote for those of us tired of the “San Francisco is doomed/losing its soul/breaking your heart” meme. Our favorite is this group of young people who decided to turn their love for San Francisco up to 11. Not only did they dress up as old-school Muni transfers, they are also walking on stilts because, why not?
From the video, it looks like there is also a 14-Mission bus in costume at the parade. We would have loved to be a fly on the wall during the planning of this costume idea.
Thank you Rene and Cara on Twitter for pointing us to this latest ode to public transit! It’s certainly not the first bit of Muni transfer love we’ve gotten over the years. Alongside its Fast Pass cousin, the transfer is a well-established piece of transit ephemera, tattoo subject (the barometer for truly making it into the cultural canon around here), and source of existential outrage when news came about its environmentally necessary end.
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There is no age limit or generational requirement to appreciate Grand Master Flash, especially on Muni. From rider Ramona Soto via the Muni Diaries Facebook Page (which, of course, you are following, right?).
On the 14 Mission bus, a middle-aged man was blasting Grandmaster Flash’s “The Message.” Nobody was paying much attention to him. But just before getting off the bus, an older woman with a walker looked back and shouted, “Who’s playing that music?”
He shouted back, “Me!”
We all wondered what would come next, as she obviously had few inhibitions herself. Would she start screaming at him? Would he get violent?
Instead, she replied, as she hobbled toward the door, “Good! I LIKE that music.”
Then, still muttering as she exited the bus at 7th Street… “Yeah, I’M close to the edge. That’s RIGHT. You’d better believe it!”
Music does often unite riders, like we saw in this podcast episode where Aretha Franklin concert attendees banded together on BART. What did you see on your commute today? Submit your own tale on the bus by emailing us at firstname.lastname@example.org, or tag us on Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook @munidiaries.
It wouldn’t be a cross-town Muni line if manspreading, drinking, and impromptu history lessons didn’t factor in somewhere, right? Today’s storyteller, Molly Martin, is a tradeswoman and longtime Bay Area resident who takes us back to simpler, but familiar times on the 14-Mission. Here’s Molly:
Molly previously served san activist and organizer for Occupy Bernal, a neighborhood group focused on fighting evictions in Bernal Heights. She’s currently working on a book about the history of women construction workers in the Bay Area.
We met Molly after she pitched her story to us via email. Be cool like Molly and pitch your own Muni or San Francisco story at email@example.com. And if you like what you’re hearing, help us keep the lights on at Muni Diaries HQ by supporting us on Patreon.
By the looks of it, this is a brand-spanking new bed — and a very lucky pooch. Hats off to these dog owners for creating a jealously comfortable Muni ride for their pet.
The Muni menagerie never disappoints — so much so, we have a whole category teeming with odes to the four-legged, the feathered, and even the scaly that have joined humans on our adventures through town.
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At Muni Diaries HQ, we like to say that Muni is our collective living room because it is such a constant part of our every day. Though some things are better done in your actual living room, not everyone got the memo. Rider Dave sent us a story of one such example involving a useful hand mirror.
The Scene: the 14 just past 16th/Mission headed downtown.
A little old lady gets on the bus and sits down next to me. I am minding my own business reading a book on my phone. Every now and then I notice a slight flash to my left. I glance over and see she’s holding a small hand-mirror. I figure she’s putting on her make-up or something,… whatever.
The flashing keeps happing and I look over again and saw that she’d hiked up her dress, wasn’t wearing any underwear and the flashing (so to speak) was her periodically using the mirror to examine her private bits. I felt simultaneously like my breakfast was going to come up, and so relieved that my life is not nearly as messed up as what I was witnessing.
I figure the rest of my day will probably pretty tame, no matter what.
In her defense, haven’t you sometimes really needed to know if you have spinach stuck between your teeth, whether that awful zip popped, or whatever? Resist the urge, everyone. It can most likely wait!