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public transit

There was no public transit where I grew up, unless you count the yellow school bus that I rode daily, bouncing along country backroads at 100kph for 45 minutes each way (which I don't). 

When I moved to Montreal, I rode STCUM (now known as the STM) buses and the Metro to get to and from school and other places. Riding the Montreal transit system was simultaneously the bane of my existence (consistently late buses, pannes de Metro, suffering from hyperthermia in the bowels of the underground regardless of whether is was 30°C above or 30°C below freezing) and a captivating delight: the newfound freedom of being able to go practically anywhere, almost anytime; the opportunities to people-watch in a place that was a gazillion (literally) times more diverse than the small town life I had left behind; taking in the unique architectural and retro design features of each station while subconsciously appreciating the reassuringly constant hum, rush, and tri-tone sounds associated with the Metro system; deciphering layers of multicoloured graffiti and tags forming a tattered patchwork across the interior of the bus. I fostered a complicated love-hate relationship with the 105 and the Metro and now feel nostalgic riding it when I go home to visit.

In Vancouver, transit felt more efficient and sterile. Riding the SkyTrain made me miss the Metro, although being able to see the cars trapped in traffic on the street below and taking in the beautiful scenery were bonuses. When we moved to the West End from Burnaby, I barely rode the SkyTrain. Instead, I rode the articulated 135 (the bus that every tourist should ride if they want to see a good cross-section of the city - from commercial core, to depressed Downtown Eastside, to East Van and into suburbia) to get to campus. Beyond the daily commute, I enjoyed riding the antique (in Vancouver, antique means anything that predates Expo86) electric trolley buses to get around in the vicinity of downtown. The character of the old buses had a retro vibe that I appreciated even though they often lost contact with the wires above, forcing a cursing driver out into the rain to re-align the poles. A new fleet of modern buses replaced the old-school vehicles, complete with robotic voices announcing the next stop. All charm was lost, but the loss was offset by the launch of Google Maps transit mode which, given my affinity for maps, made me happy.

The transit system in San Francisco takes some getting used to. First of all, there are two separate systems - BART and Muni. BART is the underground commuter train, which has the most unintuitive ticketing system I've ever used. Although BART is in someways reminiscent of the Metro (probably because both systems were designed and constructed in the same era), BART differs in that the floors of the trains are carpeted (and, as one might expect, carpet and transit are not a match made in heaven), the seats are upholstered, the announcements are actually comprehensible from the platform, and the trains venture outdoors. The Muni, including street cars, light rail, and buses, is an interesting fusion of very old (the street cars are actual antiques with lots of character) and the new (the light rails cars were all replaced about ten years ago). The transfer system consists of flimsy newsprint-esque strips of paper torn by the driver to indicate the expiry time. Most drivers seem to be generous when tearing, making it possible to ride the Muni to multiple destinations in an afternoon on a single fare. The combination of Google Maps and unlimited iPhone data has made riding transit in SF quite effortless. In addition to walking, Muni has offered a really good way to explore the city and get a feel for its neighbourhoods and communities through its comprehensive coverage of the city, as shown in this visuallization:
Interestingly, the buses apparently turn off their GPS tracking at the end of the day when they return to the depots (including a large depot in our neighbourhood), as explained by the folks who put together the video:
there’s a point at which all the buses seem to start floating away, leaving the grid of the city and clustering in strange locations. We thought this was a bug at first, but really it’s an outcome of the data. At the end of the day, the buses seem to turn off the GPS as they return home.  We simply interpolate their positions as they float back to (what we think are) their depots. And when they day starts anew, they quickly being zooming about, retracing the grid of the city as the morning commute begins.

I only got my driver's license last year and people often wonder how I managed without one for so long. Living in cities with decent public transit was a major factor. When I lived in Montreal and was asked how I got around, my answer was "BMW". Bus. Metro. Walk. I suppose the acronym is still viable in SF: BART, Muni, Walk.

Comments (1)

Apr 26, 2010
elaine said...
Great post Arianne! The STM Metro doesn't make that sound anymore, except for a few older ones. Brings back memories when I hear that distinctive metro drone. I enjoyed the SF transit system, the B and the M were great , but the W was the best!

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