Mission Mission

The 49 Van Ness-Mission seems to have plowed into a bus shelter. The tip and photos come from reader Blake via his friend Renna’s Facebook page. He says “One comment reminded that this is yet another reason to not eat at Farolito. Truth.”

Yikes. Anyone else see this? Hoping nobody was hurt.

(thanks, Blake!)

UPDATE: Commenter “Mulch” says “I was on the bus. No injuries. I talked to a guy who had just got up from the shelter. He said the bus just suddenly swerved into the curb. It also hit the light post right in front of it.”

More updates in the comments, including the guy from the shelter.

Looks like one of our beloved F Market cars broke free from it’s tracks, evolved a set of wheels, and headed for the big apple.

Here’s its baby picture.

[via minimalist steampunk star wars ukulele photo repository Boing Boing]

This opportunistic bus managed to lodge itself into the intersection for not one, but two (2!!!!!) traffic light cycles this morning, no doubt causing Muni traffic down Market Street to merge into an even more congealed morass than normal.  Not even daring cyclists could get through!  If you were late for work downtown this morning, you know who to blame.

Protip:  If you’re about to cross Market Street and the light turns yellow, just stop.  It’s not going to work out.

The Tens captured this photographic evidence and explains the project’s political motivations here.

If you’ve made it out to Julie Michelle’s I Live Here: SF show you have probably noticed that there is a Muni bus shelter in the room. The show’s still up, and the amazing pics are accompanied by Chris Rusak‘s really cool interpretations of the writing from the project, as well as some gems from SF archivist Rick Prelinger‘s massive film archive.

This Wednesday, 11/17, from 5 to 8pm, Muni Diaries is having a three hour happy hour where they’ll be recording your Muni tales for something called the Muni Time Capsule.

Rare opportunity. Go vent for the ages. SOMArts is at 934 Brannan Street.

We’ve already been on top of a fire truck and on top of Muni.  Who cares if it’s a few weeks later; this city just can’t get enough of their first World Series victory!  These guys even went so far as to snag some Public Works vests so no one would suspect them.

All jokes aside, this looks like a pretty entertaining job.  You get to ride all over the neighborhood during beautiful days* and have hipsters on fixies take photos of you.  Someone has to make sure all those Muni lines are functioning properly, lest all hell break loose.  They really get around, too!  See, here they are stopping for some Arinell on Valencia:

*I would be seriously surprised if they had to do this in the rain.

Hey look at all these professionals walking down Market Street around Van Ness and Civic Center!  It’s finally turning into that mainstream walkable avenue the city was looking for when it closed Market to private vehicular transportation.  That was quick!  All hail our European transformation!

Oh, what’s that?  This is just the epic procession of passengers forced to go above ground due to the latest Muni Fail?  Ah, I should have guessed from the body language of the woman front and center.  You can almost hear her wailing, “Why Muni?  Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?????”  I’m not the only one who’s thinking it’s times like this when I’m happy I ride a bike to work!

In contrast to our rather neggy F-Market story from last week, Rachel Ann Brickner (not pictured) brings us a happy story. She’s on her bike, she rolls up next to a bus waiting at a light. Its driver is friendly, right off the bat:

“Hello!” he said.

“Oh, hello,” I said, turning back & smiling. “How are you?”

“Great! How are you?”

“Good!” I paused & looked around. “The weather’s nice today, yeah?”

“Sure is. Perfect when driving one of these guys,” he said, tapping the steering wheel with his palms.

“Yeah,” I said, extending it, unsure if I should tell him more about myself. “I’ve always liked cable cars. They remind me of Pittsburgh.”

“Oh yeah? Is that where you’re from?”

I nodded.

See how it ends!

And then think about it all day! Open yourself up!

[Photo by Troy Holden]

I was riding the F up Market today, and there was was a loud drunk sitting in the back occasionally harassing other passengers. People dealt with him in various ways, but my favorite was the following. A guy boards the vehicle, presumably a guy that the loud drunk kind of knows. The loud drunk beckons his acquaintance:

HEY, COME SIT BACK HERE. COME SIT BACK HERE!

The acquaintance regards the loud drunk for a second and then shouts back:

I told you, I DON’T SELL CIGARETTES on THE BUS.

Loud drunk:

JUST COME BACK HERE.

Other guy, fed up already:

KILL this CONVERSATION. Don’t. Say. SHIT ELSE.

Nobody said shit else (until several stops later when the loud drunk started calling the driver a bitch because she wouldn’t run a red light or something).

Photo by LA Wad.

P.S. Muni Diaries Live is Friday!

Carina spotted this rapturous scene on the J the other day. The best part?

The one on the left smiled the entire ride.

Read on.