As the bus heads downtown, more and more people board and fewer seats remain. In the middle of the line, however, musical chairs begins. Seniors spy a better seat across the aisle open up as someone departs now valuable real estate as the neighborhood they are sitting in is no longer attractive: teens are boisterous or playing music or games, a heavy person has squished them in, or their seat is too far from the door.
Adding to the confusion is the fact that we have seats on the mezzanine level which require juggling to step down, particularly if bags are being carried. All this makes it imperative to keep our large interior mirror set so we can see what’s going on in back. A quick start, or rough pavement creates a fall on board situation which leads to an accident report and shutting down the coach on the line.
A card laid is a card played is the best rule to prevent a fall, and stay put while the bus is moving.
Back east, I remember seeing the "no jay walking" signs on the poles on almost every arterial in NYC and Philly. But here in San Francisco, we are a part of the wild, wild, west; "Every which way but loose," to coin a phrase from a favorite Eastwood flick. As any passenger and driver can attest, pedestrians here in San Fran are among the most entitled in any city in the world. This can lead to daredevil defying acts in traffic and at intersections. It's almost as though the new countdown crosswalk clocks are a stopwatch and starting gun to begin the race to the other side. For others, the line drawn in the sand, the crosswalk, is about as important as attempting to mark the high tide mark on a beach where the waves have left their foam outline.
The flashing stop hand does not mean wait at the corner. Your time has passed. It actually means, run like hell: Especially if I keep my front door open at the corner. Or, if jay walking casually across Van Ness, the stop lights and crosswalk signals mean absolutely nothing. And the dance is simply to pause between vehicles rushing by. Perhaps they will stop, perhaps they will honk, perhaps you will finger them, or hit them hard with your fist. We are all constantly teaching each other a lesson about consequence! Especially if we have been up partying all weekend, with the famous "morning after" walk of shame. As I bus driver, I see it all. The dark bug eyed sunglasses on a gray morning. The twitch of the jaw. The evasive look away. Or the loud cry of anger complete with descriptive profane poetry.
All that matters as a trolley man intent on getting the next paycheck is to check left-right-left on my 13 mirrors all hopefully pointed to one space above my shoulders in the driver's seat. I may have to do a Sugar Ray, and bounce my head back and forth a bit if the rocker arms on the side of the bus have been frozen out of alignment from the wash rack at the barn. All in all, the moments after closing the doors become as important as becoming the next blog on social internet, or front page news in the paper! All I ask is that you make some noise if you are crossing from behind my mirrors in my blind spot. Please and Thank You!
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On Market Street, there are two places on a block to catch a bus. If you have your Incredibles superhero costume tights on, you should know that the newer ETI Skoda trolleys weigh about ten tons sans passengers, so be careful you don't pull your back muscles when you catch the approaching bus and lift it above your head. For most of us mortals, however, taking a bus on the curb or on an island is recommended. The curb stops are located mid-block, and the island stops are near an intersection by a corner or a cross street.
Unfortunately, much more needs be done to clarify the do's and don’ts of riding a bike in San Francisco.
First off, dear bike riders, take the parallel street! Usually there is a nice residential, less commercial street just off of a transit artery that is immensely safer for less conflict collision. Scott Street or Baker off Divisadero for starters. Page Street instead of Oak or Haight. Valencia instead of Mission. Howard Street with marked bike lane sharrows instead of scary Mission Street. Polk instead of Van Ness. The list goes on. It just is not safe to be on Van Ness or Divisadero during Peak Period, or what most call Rush Hour.
Sharrows are the arrow like bike icons indicated a shared lane with vehicular traffic. They are stenciled in the center of the lane so cars are not in a reduced width lane because of a separate lane for bikes. All these extra paint marks on the street do make for a confusing first time if you are in a car visiting San Francisco. What with transit islands and taxi and bus lanes, the driving space for regular traffic becomes constricted. This philosophy is extended to discourage automobile use, but with the advent of ride share vehicles in large numbers, the squeeze play can become not unlike a video game. But unlike on a screen, injury and collision is real.
Second tip: Walk the bike. When the space between parked cars and the first traffic lane is not consistently wide enough, walking the bike on the sidewalk is safest. The point is that this bike walk need not be a distance longer than two blocks. Sometimes sidewalks are wide and empty. Taking a driveway becomes the safe in and out. Timing with the car clusters based on the traffic lights also helps smooth the flow in making good time on a bike. If you know you're going to get a red ahead, why not enjoy the eye candy along the way?
Third tip: Knowing the Lights. Blazing ahead through a red looks really bad. When I see this happen, I follow behind to see if this violation pays dividends. Does running the light make for a faster trip down the line? In most cases, the answer is no. Violating a red light does not a faster trip make, due to the following red at the next intersection. I would lose my cool and scold the cyclist stopped at the next light. They also block autos from being able to make a right on red as they prance on their cranks or violate the cross walk by being way too close to the traffic lane of the crossing street.
I stopped trying to control them by chiding them at the next light. It wasn't worth the cost to my serenity. I let one girl have it at Van Ness and Golden Gate, and I saw the next day that she took another route. Instead of changing her behavior on one path, she diverted to another. It was the safer route: less high speed traffic on a two-way street. Our stoplights are not timed. The reason for this is to slow traffic and break the pattern of speeding towards the end of the cycle when all the lights go red. Zipping through on a stale red can pay dividends, and most motorists and cyclists get this. The hard part is then to slow down and submit to the next red if it is not timed.
Fourth tip: Ride with the pack. This can be dangerous if some in the pack want to pass. Usually, riding just behind the pack is best. Let them blaze the trail for alley car pullouts and car doors. I come behind well lit and at a tracking speed. If they want to rush ahead without lights at dusk, more power to them. At least I will be seen.
Fifth tip: Be seen. Now some guys take this to the extreme. Some of these new head lamps look like they could be used to mine gold. The intensity of the beam looks like a close encounter of the fifth kind! But that apparently is not enough. Adding The Flash makes for an eye blinding experience, and does not seem to be a way to befriend or influence a motorist to be kindly and yielding. Be wary of pushback.
I did have a newly charged light on flash, and was using the sidewalk for a block on a narrow residential street where the cars fly by in a single lane situation. The pedestrian screamed at me as I approached and severely chided me as I dismounted. I did thank him for letting me know the light was bothersome. I now point it downward to the street right in front of me. I also use the dimmer function if I am on a sidewalk. I also slow or dismount if a pup is on a leash or young ones are playing.
I have since noticed that a light on a bike's handlebar is even with the rearview mirrors of a car. I use this to my advantage when coming up from behind a car at a stop sign in inclement weather or when its really dark outside. Being mindful of other cars and other bicyclists has helped me keep my Zen on the streets and in transit!
On my recent visit to NYC, I got to walk along an old elevated rail line.
Along the west side of Manhattan, an old rail line for produce delivery to the south end, has been converted to a walking trail. Here is a photo showing the old tracks covered over by the plantings for shade along the way.
Check out this great video
Check out the interior of a 1956 Muni Heritage Trolleybus!
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